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TABITHA Asher and I had been talking, he had explained what my father had said to him. I was frustrated that the potion would take so long to conjure. I had hoped my father would have been able to get it done before Asher was better. He would have to go back to his pack shortly, and I had hoped at least I would be able to go with him even for a few days. I knew the potion my father was making was only a temporary solution, but it was all I had to go on for now. The frustration was clearly visible on my face, I knew I wouldn't have been able to hide it even if I tried too. I was zoned out, in my own little world when I heard Asher's voice snapping me back to reality. He had said my name, he had been trying to get my attention. I turned my head to look at him, all the sadness, anger and f
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