NARAYA The enforcers who took me from the Pack borders dumped me into a holding room after confiscating everything I had with me, asking my name, age, Pack ID, border papers, and scent record. They inquired about everything, down to the tiniest detail. The holding room reeked of sweat and dust, robbing me of the very air in my throat. “We'll make our findings and get back to you,” the head enforcer said. I coiled into myself in a corner of the room, shielding myself with my arms. “It's all your fault, Mother,” I muttered beneath my breath. If only she hadn't insisted on changing my father's name to that of her new husband's and also adding an extra two years to my age, just so I could qualify for a competition she wanted me to partake in... I wouldn't be here. I watched the clock tick. Seconds morphed into minutes, and minutes into hours, yet no one said a damn thing. I sighed, cradling my head in my palms, a light ache registering behind my skull. Just what the hell w
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