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THE NEXT FEW WEEKS were puretorture.
The Pack was at each other's throats, snapping at the slightest provocation, and it was a miracle they didn't run across into any leeches. They were in such a disarray, any strategic leech—or even a dim one—could've wiped out the entire Pack with ease.
Leah spent each day in agony. Her skin was on fire, her eyes burned, everything hurt. She wanted to claw her own skin off. She wanted to sleep in a bed of ice to stave off the burning.
This was worse than her first Phase. Worse than the Phase fever that had taken a hold of her. Even her teeth hurt. Her gums often bled. Her skin often shifted and shimmered as though the wolf was fighting to come out.
Thank God she wasn't in school or had a job; how could she explain away the dark fur that poked out of her skin?
"Is everything okay, honey?" Sue asked, looking up from her magazine as Leah walked into the house from the latest patrol.
Leah paused. "It's fine," she said tersely, keeping her tone dry, as she pulled off her sneakers and started for the stairs.
