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158 Ava: From the Past

"Ava, is that you?"

The familiar rasp has me frozen, my heart lurching into my throat. Slowly, I turn around, coming face-to-face with a ghost from my

past.

Our neighbor. Margot Mitchell.

Her once vibrant auburn hair is streaked with silver, her face a

roadmap of wrinkles and scars. It's her eyes that haunt me. Piercing green eyes that see everything and do nothing.

"Margot," I greet, my voice tight with caution. "What are you doing

here?"

She limps

toward me, her gait uneven from some injury she incurred long before I was born. I remember asking about it once, and my mother slapped the back of my head, admonishing me for my rudeness. "Oh, Ava. I'm

I tense as she reaches out, half-expecting her to grab me, to drag me back to the hellscape I escaped. But she merely places a hand on my arm, her touch feather-light.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry for everything. For not intervening when..." She trails off, her gaze flickering to the ground.

The shame she tries to portray leaves me feeling dirty. Unclean from her mere presence.

Memories flash through my mind, unbidden. Margot's face in the

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window, watching as I was taunted and beaten, even by her own son. Listening at the front door as my parents berated me, their voices carrying through the window. Her figure rushing inside. when I tried beggi I was thirteen.

He broke my wrist.

hours that day. Hours. Until my parents, tired of my whining, finally dragged me to the

always watching.

a step back. "You're sorry?" Anger surges through me, hot and bitter, fueling my words. "Why

understand, none of us could help you. Please." She grabs at

Ah. She needs something.

No wonder she's here.

that was hopeful her apology was genuine. It's dead now, like so many other little parts of "How did you know I was here?" I step back,

"I am hired to clean the lodge. I

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are separated now. Taken from our mates. Forced to cut ties with the alpha. Westwood is tearing us

"I have no intention of helping you or anyone else. from that pack. Not

her features twisting into an ugly mask of rage. "You

off. Selene stalks into the room, her hackles. raised, teeth bared.

she might actually shift and attack. My heart pounds against my ribs, adrenaline surging

She

later," she says, her tone clipped. "We can talk when you've settled in." With that, she turns and flees the room,

watches her go, then turns to me,

heart. "An

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eyes, followed by sympathy. She starts to say something, but I don't hear her. I'm already sinking

I tremble, overwhelmed by the unexpected confrontation with my

assault me, vivid and visceral. The jeers and taunts of my packmates. The pain of their blows, both physical and emotional. The sinking realization

but it doesn't stop the flood of emotions. Fear, anger, betrayal-they swirl inside

through the chaos.

beats of my heart, slowing down. Meeting her concerned gaze, I give the faintest smile.

She pauses, then adds, "Therapy isn't something to be ashamed of. If you're interested, just talk

I turn my attention back to Selene, running my fingers through her soft fur. Her presence is

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edges of my

gentle caress in my mind. But you handled it

"Strength? I'm shaking like a

It's facing it head-on, even when it terrifies