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"𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹, 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉ℯℯ𝓃 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃"
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The last twelve hours had been a whirlwind. Ophelia didn't sleep throughout the night. After discovering the second part of the dead pool, she, Lydia, and Malia had been informed that there was an attack at the lacrosse game. A Devenford Prep player, Brett, was revealed to be a werewolf after one of the assassins on their own team had attacked him. Deaton had successfully managed to save the boy, but that wasn't the only violent encounter of the evening.
Ophelia had felt her heart stop when Stiles had messaged her a simple sentence. Someone tried to kill Scott.
Two minutes later, he had added, He's okay though.
She had expected her friends to be attacked. However, she hadn't expected it to start happening thissoon. And what idiot would be dumb enough to take on a True Alpha on their own? The freshman, Violet, was that idiot. Violet had shortly been arrested, with a warrant out for Garret's.
Even though Malia was playing it off that she was fine after seeing her name on the list, Ophelia knew that the girl was secretly scared. So she didn't let the werecoyote out of her sight. They had gone to inform Henry Tate that the girl would be sleeping at Ophelia's, and then they had stayed up for the remaining hours of the night watching movies to distract themselves.
