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For three years, my family bled me dry for my blood. The day they kicked me into a muddy ditch, my stepsister, Sofia Thorne, tossed me 700 dollars. She called me a worthless bastard, said I was only fit to rot in the slums. The black Rolls-Royce sped away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. Sophia was convinced I'd never crawl out of the gutter. I didn't bother picking up the bank card she'd crushed under her heel. Instead, I hauled away the dying black wolf from beside the trash can. As my fingers brushed against its razor-sharp fangs, I suddenly laughed. Rot in the slums? We'd see who dragged who to hell first.