Owen
I thanked the goddess for putting me on Lorraine's awful cemetery community service shift, if only because it gave me Raven's number to coordinate with. Her number, which I was able to call and convince her to bring back our mate. Our mate, who we could feel in our bones, was up to no good.
"She sounded drunk on the phone." Noah said, running his hands through his hair. "We should never have let her go, not without one of us."
"She would have diced us up and fed us to Sybil if we tried to keep her from going." Zack sighed. "It's part of growing up, she never had this kind of freedom, probably never went to a proper party either if her brief mention of her past is any indication. We should have seen this coming."
"What do we even say to her?" I asked, feeling exasper……
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