When I was little I used to go crazy whenever the doorbell rang. I was just a young kid with a lot of pent up energy who thought he knew everything. Maybe there was a time you felt that way too? In the beginning, my pack seemed to like it…
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There was a crash in the kitchen, like the sound of a bowl breaking. The syringe was just millimeters from Penelope’s arm, just moments from sweet relief, when the sound caused her to jump, sending the serum flying across the room. It rolled under the radiator. “Dammit,” she hissed. She’d…