Addicted to You

Addicted to You

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"It seems to me Blair that Izzy was not working alone entirely was she?" He asked, and I visibly shrunk "No, Papa, she wasn't." I hung my head and waited for him to say something else. I felt a hand on my shoulder and sighed "Why must you do these things, Blair? You are the Alpha's daughter. The one the pack looks up to when they're attacked. The one who is supposed to be mature enough at 18 to look after herself and her friends. Not gallivant off to unclaimed lands trying to sneak into another pack's bar." My father sighed and walked out of the door. Meet Blair, the one who feels like she is the failure of the family, but what happens when her life changes in ways that no-one knew it could?
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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