And deep down in the depths of my soul, I know that I was made to survive. When everything you thought you could rely on is ripped away from you, you have no choice but to find out what you’re truly made of. And everyone who wants to stand in my way had better get used to the idea of falling to ruin at my feet. I’m not a doll made to dance to their tune, I’m not a puppet intended to play a part, and I’m certainly no plaything to be used and destroyed. My Night Keepers and now the members of this twisted club all need to learn a lesson in that. So, I think it’s time I showed the world my claws. Hiding beneath my skin isn’t an innocent girl, waiting for someone to ride in on a white horse and rescue me from my demons. And that really should have been all it took for me to know that I was one, too. Have you ever heard the saying that it takes one to know one? Because from the very first moment I met the men I've claimed as my tribe, I knew that I was looking into the faces of monsters. He made me strong, cunning, and calculating. My father always taught me to take care of myself.
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