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Stella POV

2 years later.

I was standing at the edge of my bed, listening to the shouts that were coming from downstairs. My father was arguing with a man. I didn’t recognize the voice of the man, but he sounded really pissed off.

My father was a hunter. He hunted werewolves, a secret I had stumbled upon when he had sold me to a cultist for $5000, telling him that I was a werewolf. That was the da