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Lorelei's POV:

I skim through the bookcase in the living room. There's plenty of old books in here with all sorts of topics ranging from fashion to war tactics.

I snag a fashion magazine and browse the outfits. Some look nice, dresses or ripped jeans. Others are excessive, clothing nobody would wear. Bright greens mixed with yellows that would hurt if you looked at it for long enough.

I grew up with hand me downs from previous pack members. Most times after the titual, there's clothing to spare, pulled off the corpses of children.

I shudder and then something catches my attention.

I look up to see Rebekah standing behind me at the top of the stairs.

"You're lucky we have bigger issues or I would've killed you for what you did." She says

"What I did?" I demand

She waves me off.

"It doesn't matter now. We need to be ready to run or fight and possibly die trying."

There's a buzz and Rebekah pulls out her phone, looks at the message and she vamps out of the room.

What bigger problem is she talking about?

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