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Into The Fire I go...No Turning Back Now
HARLOW COULDN'T HELP IT; she ran as fast as she could in human form. The feelings that consumed her at that moment helped her; the rage within her was all she felt. She had a vague idea of where she was heading, and she wasn't in the least bit scared. She was ready to do some violence.
In the background, she could hear faint voices of people shouting. Footsteps were following her, but she ignored them and carried on gaining speed. Harlow wished she could shift into her wolf form, but it was nearly impossible for her. She hadn't entirely shifted into that form...ever. Although for the first time since she had woken up, her wolf stirred, she remained livid; she was dying to place her sharp canines on someone's flesh at the moment and rip it to shreds, but luck wasn't on their side.
Harlow felt utterly enraged at the thought of Michael causing yet, another disaster...as if murdering innocent people wasn't enough, he had to take a step for
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