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Damien walked back to the Blue Timbers pack house, where the others were waiting for him. However, none of them asked him a single question when they saw the blood splattered all over his body. His eyes mirrored the condition of his body, and of his soul, a deep red, almost like he was crying tears of blood. Yet not a single tear had actually left his eye, and just like earlier, his face was void of any emotion.
He did not stop to talk to them, to say anything at all. Because he had made up his mind. He was going to do what he planned since the beginning. Kill everyone who had stood by and watched him slowly get destroyed, who had done nothing to help him when he begged and pleaded to them to save his mother, who had quietly turned their faces away like they had not seen a thin
