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Chapter 11

Bentley tosses me to the ground, my palms aching from catching my fall. Then he squats in front of me. Tearing my shirt off of me, he yanks free three strips then hands the fabric off to the three warriors.

“Give me your shirt,” He demands from one of the ones I recognize. He does as commanded, and Bentley catches it before he slams it down over my head.

“You are wrong.” I grit out, trying to convince him to let me go, that he doesn’t know shit about the Lycans and their situation.

Bentley shrugs. “I am confident enough to test that theory,” He says before turning to the warriors he handed my shirt to. “Run in opposite directions with that. Rub it on trees, tear small pieces and stick them in bushes.”

“I refuse to walk.” I tell him. “No way I am budging a fucking inch.”

He furrows his brow, looking at me like I’ve grown a second head.

“It’s not even been two full days. Where the fuck did you find this attitude?” He questions, reaching out and trying to yank me up.

“Amazing what a li
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Hell fcking yea! Cant wait for more!
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