“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”- Friedrich Nietzsche
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(Quillon)
Quillon hurriedly got up from his bed, and fell down with a groan. F*king blanket. Roman shook his head and ripped the blanket away and Quillon jumped up, and walked out to see the pack house was in hubbub. He saw everyone talking with worried looks on their faces. He sighed. This was something he didn't need right now, when his life was already oscillating. He suddenly felt like he was standing at the edge of the tall cliff, and he might fall with just a small push.
'Yeah, we can think about cliffs later. We have to deal with this s**t storm now.' Ares said with a grunt.
"Guys, guys, quiet. Guys!" Quillon turned towards them and ordered in a powerful voice, and they all finally qui
