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CLARA

I was now on my way to recovery, but I had come to see the full impact of the torture I had suffered in the hands of alpha Derrick.

The medical team had worked relentlessly to restore me to good health even though there was a small problem, that had the potential of growing into a bigger one.

The past week that I had been at the Cliveland pack had been the most refreshing that I have had in a long time. Everyday would start with me waking up to Tracy and Jake in the hospital wing of the pack house, and then I would get my wounds cleaned and then I would have breakfast

The problem was that the pack seemed weary of me because I looked like a little girl that died many years earlier. The doctor and his wife the nurse were most affected because the dead girl was their daughter. Their son, beta Amos seemed to avoid me too as he was the girl's brother and mostly the Alpha was said to be the girl's mate.