Chapter 8.

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Zodiac POV. Training was fun. The bonus was kicking James’s ass all over the training ring. Stupid, weak, pathetic. I left and went back home. Home, the day my dad and sweet pea died, it was never home. But it will do because am I f**k moving to the packhouse. It is not happening. I showered quickly and changed. I need my stuff. I need my money. I have shopping to do. There is a knock on the front door. I walk down the stairs with a towel wrapped around my hair from my shower. I sniff the air and roll my eyes. Gamma Daryl. Or is it stepdaddy? I chuckle to myself, yeah not on my life. I open the door and look at him and he smiles at me. I look behind him and he is alone. “I made sure to pack some of your things before we left your cabin. I did leave them in the pack house, but you aren

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