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Tears brimmed my eyes at his words. I hated disappointing them, but at the same time, I hated Pollux treated me the way he did. "I'm sorry, but Pollux treats me like shit, so I give it right back to him. I can't let them see me weak."
"Weak? Cassie, you're not weak."
Talon wasn't pleased with my reference to being weak. He was one of the strongest men in the pack, and being a warrior and protector was everything to him. He had trained me himself, and so me being seen as weak was a reflection on him.
"Everyone seems to think that I am. Either that or they are terrified of me. They always have been, and now, with Pollux flipping his wig on me about some bullshit, they think I'm a whore too."
Anger flashed through both of my father's eyes as low growls of disapproval echoed from their throats. "What are you talking about?" Hale asked.
"James didn't tell you?" A scoff left my throat as I cast my eyes down. "Pollux' stupid girlfriend told him I supposedly was messing around with Lucas Vega, which isn't true and so he confronted me in the hallway at school and called me a whore, accusing me of sleeping around. That's what started the whole fight."
I wasn't seeking pity from my dads, but what I did want was for Pollux to receive punishment if I was going to get it. He was just as much at fault as I was, and snitches get stitches, be damned… I wasn't going to be the only one serving punishment a week before school ends.
Talon stood to his feet, pacing the room as he rubbed the back of his neck. He was who I was really worried about, because anytime some boy had approached me in the past, he was quick to make them forget I even existed.
"Cassie, I know that you're going to be eighteen this weekend and with you getting older you're going to be interested in boys and… Stuff…"
Was he really going to try and do the talk?
"Oh my god, dad, please, no. We don't have to have this conversation."
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