BROOKE
I ran as fast as my wolf’s paws could carry me.
Through the woods. Through the streets. Through the thorns. Through the pain. Through the familair and damning feeling of another failure.
While I was lucky to leave with my life, I knew that wouldn’t be the case if I ever crossed paths with the Alpha heirs again.
After the way I’d disrespected them, hurt their mate repeatedly in their presence, treated them like pawns, and disregarded their pleas….
They’d make sure I met a horrid death, the kind that would still serve as torture in the afterlife.
I couldn’t bear to resign myself to such a terrible fate. I’ve lived a hard and miserable life where I’ve had to claw my way through life to feel like I was deserving of love, happiness, and overall satisfaction. I refuse to be miserable in the afterlife as well.
Determined to escape their incoming wrath, I keep running, as fast as possible, putting as much distance between them and me.
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