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... tasted blood, desperate not to cry again, but his tears betrayed him, hot and unrelenting.
He heard Marcus laugh. "Crying already? Pathetic. You’ll never be anything but the pack’s mistake."
Then came the bucket of water, ice-cold, dumped over his head as the final act. His clothes clung to his trembling body, and mud mixed with blood at his feet.
They left him there, a broken figure beneath the sneer of the morning sun. No one offered help. No one ever did.
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