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It was like our own personal prison.
Leera's POV
It was the day.
The 25th, of December
The day which will decide my fate
Oh shit.
I have never, ever worried this much before- not even when I made my speech for media captain at my high school, or when I went for an interview for university.
I think I was going insane.
Avery was being much calmer than me, considering I was pacing the floor, muttering incoherent words.
"Calm down will you!" she yelled, with wide eyes. "You're making me nervous!"
"Sorry, I can't help it! In about half an hour, my fate will be sealed, my possessions will have been sent to my mate, and there is nothing I can do about it!" I growled, punching a hole in the wall next to me. FML!!!
"Trust me, I'm not ecstatic about this either, but damaging my room will not help you!" she argued, falling down onto her bed. Banging my head against the wall, I released string of curses.
"Neither will that" I heard Avery mumble into the sheets of her bed, I rolled my eyes, looking down at my knuckles, the bruises were quickly healing.
"Do you need to get your hand looked at? You hit the wall pretty hard- look, there's a hole!" she gaped, pointing to the large dent in her wall. "That's not natural!" she shrieked, I shook my head, a soft smirk playing on my lips.
"Remember when I said my senses were as strong as an already shifted wolf, well yeah, so is my strength- and my healing capabilities" I trailed off, looking at her reaction, recognition passed through her eyes, as the widened comically.
"Oh yeah! I remember... it is pretty cool though!" she argued, a look of wonder crossed her features "if I had that, then I wouldn't have had to go to the doctors so many times- my mother was obsessed with image" she sighed, closing her eyes, probably remembering the times with her mother.
A surge of jealousy rushed through me, almost knocking me over. Why was I jealous? I was never jealous, but deep down I knew the real reason; I wanted a mother. It was pretty cruel how I got dumped in front of a stranger's house, with no details, or anything. Of course, the people that found me immediately turned me into the orphanage- my personal hell-hole.
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