I could see that she needed rest, but her siblings were eager for her to read them a bedtime story.Not wanting to add any more pressure on Sydney, I gently suggested, "Hey, why don't I tell them a story tonight? You look exhausted, and I think you could use some rest."Sydney hesitated for a moment, but she could see the excitement in her siblings' eyes, eager to hear a story before going to bed. Sydney, on the other hand, looked visibly tired, her eyes heavy with the weight of the night's events. SEBASTIANAs the night wore on, Sydney's siblings showed no signs of sleepiness, their energy seemingly boundless. I could feel her pain, her struggle as if it were my own.Taking a deep breath, I approached her cautiously, Her expression was a mixture of shock, disbelief, and sorrow. Sydney was standing there, water running, attempting to wash away any remaining traces of what had happened. I knew all too well the haunting images and nightmares that would follow, the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of remorse and despair.Quietly, I made my way to the bathroom, placing her clothes carefully by the sink. This was her first time turning into her wolf, and she had taken someone's life. I wanted to console her, to be there for her, but my mind was clouded with memories of my first transformation and the horrifying realization that I had taken a life.Guilt and fear gripped me as I held the bloodied clothes in my hands, unsure of what to do next. The room felt heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. SEBASTIANAs I watched Sydney slowly take off her blood-stained clothes, my heart sank.
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