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... air almost too stale to breathe. I felt claws rake through the lining of my lungs. I was uncertain if it was the air or the aftermath of the beating that caused it.
I could not heal myself the way others did because I had no wolf, so I lay on the damp floor, budgeting every inhale and exhale like it would be my last.
I swallowed, my mouth filled with blood, my tongue heavy.
If I could reach out, I would find the teeth that my mother had personally pulled out.
I cr ...
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