Chapter Twenty Eight

Haylee's POV

I fold a tiny t-shirt that still bears faint puke stains, with hands that won’t stop shaking and try to lose myself in the simple step, pretend I’m not surrounded by madness. Kael's favorite stuffed wolf. Lior’s dog-eared book of wolf legends. Medications that did not work. Blankets...

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