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      The irony in the entire situation had Garrett’s ego down in the ground.
      He immediately regretted going after yet another beta of the same pack.
      Hours before, his plan seemed golden, as usual. He’d follow them, trick
      them and strike as soon as they were in a closed off area. That had always 
      worked before. But clearly, the word of his cover being blown had gotten out
      and the alpha of the pack he was slowly targeting stepped in and tackled 
      him before he even had the chance to pull his knife out. As he limped, left hip
      in pain, he thought over every single detail of the events that took place minutes
      before. Bitter was the main word to describe the way he felt. Bitter, embarrassed,
      and absolutely helpless because regardless of his profession, he was still a kid.

      His fingers wrapped around the handle of his knife as he leaned on his good leg,
      slamming his arm against the door not once, but three times. Would they even help
      him? 

_{There wasn’t much that Lydia Martin felt like
doing in Beacon Hills. The normal options
had been exhausted by the end of sophomore
year, when the collective class of teenage
hooligans had discovered what it was like to
have their own transport. Therefore, everything
fun had been accomplished before their lives had
truly begun. And Lydia did not consider running
for her life fun– so that option was out. So she was
in her room, clad in a robe and a silken low-cut
nightgown that her mother claimed was entirely
inappropriate but had purchased for her daughter.}

_{The bangs on her front door were almost ignored in
avor of the music that blasted through the speakers
but Lydia was no fool and so she could detect the
note of urgency. She didn’t waste any time before
rushing down the stairs, thinking the worst had
happened to one of her friends. But what she hadn’t
expected was the sight of her enemy bleeding on her
front porch. She stopped, eyebrows arching and a scoff
emerging from between unpainted lips. “ Really? ” Lydia
was not feeling very charitable right now, considering the
fact that he was staining her front door mat. “ Why are you
here, Garrett? Better yet, why shouldn’t I call the cops? ”}

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