Chapter 78 The Fallout

• The Fallout
• Flora took up the lone corner of a black, unornamented café outside of the glistering halls of the Alpha pack, her voice pulsing as she spoke to her dearest friend ever, Marissa." I noway imagined that I would be then, down from it. I noway imagined that I would leave that world before," she confessed, her voice cracking in anguish.
• Marissa reached over the small, war- torn table and grasped Flora's hand." I know, Flora. You need time — time to heal and figure out who you're now that each that glamour and glamour is not around your neck." She was soft and genuine, and it was seasoned with the familiarity born of having participated times together during good times and bad.