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Zara's POV It was the longest breakfast meeting of my life. It seemed like my father was purposefully playing for time. When my father revealed the attack on the Midnight Moon Pack, I instantly lost my appetite, and what little I did eat tasted bitter. Except for the surge of heat that was circulating through my body, I felt upset, queasy, and nervous. Was I about to get the flu? I was not feeling well. Can we just put an end to this meeting? I really needed to get out of there. I wanted to check in on Nic. "Will you please just end this meeting?" I balled my fists and let out an inward cry of frustration. At this point, my mother had joined my father in talking about the charity event that was approaching. Her discussion about which stalls we were hosting this year prolonged the ev