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Elijah POV With Raine’s help, I was able to come up with five umbrellas- one was even a larger picnic table umbrella. I still wasn’t sure exactly what I needed them for, but I, along with an gamma girl named Presley, took them to the zoning site. What we saw there was curious indeed. The sun wasn’t so high overhead anymore, and shadows were growing long. And that was good, because Sylvia had gotten herself stuck under the woodchipper, hiding in shadows that seemed to be receding. She was mewling like a distressed kitten, and when someone drew near, she tried to bite or claw at their clothes. Suddenly the umbrellas made sense. “What is this?” I asked, brows furrowing. Jerome heaved a sigh. “I don’t know. This little beast-” Sylvia hissed at the term, “-keeps attacking us when we get