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August “How do we even know that Rider is telling us the truth?” August’s mom asked him from her seat across from his desk. “He could just be messing with us, trying to scare us.” “I’m not scared of her name, Mom. Hell, I’m not even scared of her. Maybe I should be, but I don’t think she’d do anything to hurt us.” He could’ve been putting his entire pack at risk by having a woman he didn’t know who clearly had some sort of magical powers in their midst, but it was difficult for him to think that Mercy could be dangerous to him or to anyone else. He was usually a pretty good judge of character, and he felt that Mercy was a good person, that anything that she’d been through in her past wasn’t due to her bad character but due to the horrible people she’d been with. And Rider was a pretty