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I look up to her and grin. I stand up, inviting her to stand to. I really hope that the alpha doesn't punish me for being kind to the Omega. I look at her, and ponder. She gets up and leaves. I wonder where she was heading. I look back at Clare. I nudge my head toward the eerie forest and wait for her to come along. I just hope the Alpha spots us. I can't remember well, but I recall one rule saying that no one is to have relationships with the Omega. I roll my eyes to my self. The sun lights the path to where I wanted to head. I look back at the small fae. I grin at her lightly.
