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“What?” Jeremiah's jaw drops.

Fuck, that can't be good.

TX-Max is a blocker, a very dangerous type of blocker, and although no one really knows what it looks like, everyone knows there's a penalty attached to being in possession of it.

Now, why the hell is Cassie taking TX-Max on a regular basis? It’s a blocker. Why would she need it? She's not a shifter, doesn't have a wolf, and doesn't have a heat period. What is going on?

“This pill,” Phil continues, “it was banned for a reason… a couple of reasons, actually. The pill was designed to affect a shifter's wolf, to make them weak and sickly all the time. Basically, the pill suppresses who they are…”

Holy shit!

As he speaks, I realize that everything he mentioned is a symptom Cassie is experiencing and what this means, is that trouble isn't far behind.

“Oh my God,” I say softly. “Cassie's in danger.”

Chapter Five

Cassie

I sigh in relief when I see the Kaye family estate gate. My vision is blurry, but I could identify that gate anywhere. It has been an awful journey, and I can’t wait to get home. I trudge on even as my bones cry in pain

My condition has gotten so much worse. My head is spinning and threatening to burst open. The heat from the sun earlier had made the journey even worse. My pores have leaked uncontrollably with sweat. But now, the evening breeze cools me off, leaving my skin clammy and dirty.

I am dehydrated and could use a bottle of cold water. I imagine how it will chill my stomach and comfort myself with the fact that I will get one soon.

I am shaken and disoriented from all the sounds and scents that have bombarded me on my walk home. It was an onslaught that blurred my other senses. My knees buckle with exhaustion, but I push on.

Weirdly enough, people stared at me like I had developed horns on my head. One man had even come close and sniffed me. I had increased my pace, and he frowned sadly, like I stole his candy.

I passed the tennis court right outside the gated residential street the Kayes live on. I usually pass by with no issue, but today, some teenage boys stopped playing to stare at me. Some of them whispered to each other, pointing fingers my way. I could see their eyes shifting from their normal eye color to theirwolves, growling at me. They had groped their crotches and cat-called at me.

Their scents had hit me as well. The smells clouded my senses and filled me with dread. I wanted to call them out on their bullshit, but I couldn’t utter a word in my state. I preserved the little energy I had left for my journey.

The attention was too much. It clashed with the ongoing pain and overwhelmed my body. I wanted to scream at them for looking at me the way they did.

What was I? A piece of flesh for their gratification?

But why were they acting that way toward me?

I can sense people’s scents so strongly now. It is a foreign experience for me.

I usually could sense pheromones, but this was different. When I passed the boys, I could taste their pheromones in my mouth. It made me dizzy and provoked a strong urge to puke. But somehow, I had held it in.

Is this also a side-effect of not using my pills?

The overwhelming sensation in my body won’t let me think straight. I decide to bottle up those questions for later.

My stomach growls as I finally get to the gate. The lunch I had managed to eat had evaporated from my body. I struggle slightly as I push the gate to open.

“I’m almost home,” I mutter to myself. Hope soars through my body, giving me a boost of strength.

I usually would nod to the security camera, where I know the guards are watching me, but I don’t bother now. I’m too weak to try.

I stumble into the compound and hold on to the gate for support as I almost lose my footing. Unfortunately, I end up getting my bag stuck. I cuss bitterly as I struggle to pull it off the metal gate.

What great luck I have.

I manage to free my bag and get rewarded with a sharp pain in my back. I bite my lip to keep from yelping. I am going mad with pain, but I hold it in. No way I am going to lose my shit. My Mom has endured a lot to keep me alive.

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