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When the life you once knew was all a lie.
When the life you get into is all a dream.
What's the truth?
The unknown.
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"But why? They are our friends." I am doubting his decisions now. They are circling them closer and Dorian was still under one of them's claws.
"We don't know your brother." Rhea tells him to help Liona up. "Lies." He howled, gritting his teeth together.
The werewolf I killed.
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