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What I can’t run from

Author: Favor V April
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-14 21:03:08

Grant’s POV

The day passed in fragments. Too many voices. Too many thoughts. Too many fucking emotions clawing at my chest like my ribs were a cage and everything inside me wanted out—wanted to scream, to shift, to destroy.

But I didn’t. I paced instead.

Around the perimeter. Through the halls. In and out of the training grounds. Anywhere but the east wing, anywhere but the spot I knew she was in. Vera.

My mate. My human fucking mate.

She hadn’t run. She hadn’t slapped me or screamed or asked what kind of psycho I was for yelling at invisible wolves and fleeing into the forest like some lunatic on the verge of a nervous breakdown. No. She’d followed me to the edge of the estate, arms crossed, lips pressed, and said, You’re not getting rid of me that easily.

And just like that, I was fucked, because now I couldn’t get rid of her even if I wanted to.

Not that I wanted to.

Goddess!

I was so far past wanting her I didn’t even know where I was anymore. Every second I spent not touching her
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