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@soyelpipelon: She didn’t believe in magic #eeuu🇺🇸 #estadosunidos🇱🇷 #eeuu🇺🇸🇺🇸

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My jealous best friend shaved my hair and laughed hard. Visual: With a blade, she writes “Freak” on my shaved head. Autumn: “Freak, don’t you know unnatural hair colors aren’t allowed?” But to everyone’s surprise, my hair grew back within minutes. Visual: Everyone’s shocked reactions. She was always jealous of my hair color. “Half-blood whore’s daughter, hahaha.” “Your purple hair is a curse from your mother.” But she wasn’t just jealous of the color, she was jealous because my hair drew the attention of the four most desired Alphas of the academy. And one of them, the most vicious, had been watching me all along. “This is just day one, my purple queen… and you’re already competing so well.” I had always questioned my purple hair, but now I think it holds a meaning beyond my understanding. But what is it… and who am I? It started with a broken glass… and a wolf who wouldn’t stop staring at me. I wasn't supposed to be out of my room when my foster mother, Nancy, had clients, but I'd gotten thirsty. The water from the bathroom sink tasted like rust, and I'd hoped to sneak a glass from the kitchen. Nancy survived by selling her body, and I survived by staying out of her way. A werewolf man sat on our couch—I could tell by the way he moved. In our world, werewolves had money and humans had nothing, and Nancy's clients were always werewolves. But this one was different. He wore a dark blazer with a silver wolf crest stitched over the breast pocket. Lunaris Academy. He saw me and froze. His drink hit the floor. Amber liquid spread across the stained carpet, but he didn't notice. His eyes—glowing faint yellow—locked on me with something I couldn't read. Recognition.
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