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Chapter 33
Ezra “Kat? —s**t, Shirley, take Angie!” I order, placing Angie on the ground. I grab Kat, her skin is so gray, it looks like life is draining out of her. She feels clammy and so cold as I hold her, and I see Mateo jump to his feet. Her wounds tear back open as I clutch her. Blood gushes from a gaping wound on her neck that I am positive wasn’t there before. “I don’t feel too good.” I pick up the softest of mumbles. Her precious blood pours down my arms. I hear a strong gasp behind us, like someone taking their first breath after nearly drowning, the noise is deafening in the quiet of the gym. “Jasmine?” Shirley gasps. I spin around to see Jasmine sit up, groaning. She is alive? But, that can't be. Her death had happened. Her tether to the Pack had snapped. She looks around, confu
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