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Sheila's point of view

I curled my right hand into a ball, feeling the scar on my palm. It reminded me of my rage, and everything I had lost, and the only emotion that filled my mind was hate, rage, and a maddening drive for revenge.

My gaze softened as I felt my mate's comforting presence inside the corner walls of my mind, reminding me he would be there for me, always.

"Meeting adjourned