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FORTY THREE

LAUREL’s POV

I walk through the woods, holding onto my injured arm. It hurts more than I would like to admit. I really need to be more careful from now on. But as I walk along the narrow path that will take me back to my home, my mind keeps going back to Ariel.

That smile of hers was so chilling, and her eyes so dark and cold, as if she was a murd –

Damnit Laurel, I scold myself. I must no speculate. I can’t simply suspect the redhead of murdering her mate just because she has a weird smile. I shake my head and walk around a huge rock that lays in the middle of the path. I don’t trust my instincts, especially not without my wolf, Daphne.

I’m not thinking staright, hunger does that to me. Maybe I should eat something first bite first. Perhaps I’ll be able to think better when I have something in my stomach. And speaking of which, my tummy starts to growl and I realize that I haven’t yet take a bite since this morning.

Boy, am I hungry. I lick my lips, remembering the cake I had ba
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Joy Teo
Hahaha...yeassss! Let's see what the twins have up their sleeves ;)
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Shakida L. Moore
Yasss! Show her some tricks! wink wink lol
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