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0172:Bad Decision

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ANGELA’S POV

Running was stupid. I knew it was stupid, but staying had become impossible. Every time I looked at Aaron, all I could see was the pain my father had carved into him. I was a walking reminder of the worst day of his life. So I told myself that leaving would spare him from having to pretend it didn’t hurt anymore, and I ran.

The woods around Crimson Pack territory were cold and unfamiliar. I had no plan, just the need for distance. My wolf curled small and silent inside me, a bruised thing. I was so lost in the rhythm of moving that I didn’t see the body until I smashed into it.

I stumbled back, my breath punching out, and looked up.

Julius.

My ex. The one I’d rejected for Aaron. The son of the Alpha who ordered my father to slaughter Aaron’s parents. Fate had a vicious sense of humor.

He looked older, meaner. A thin scar cut through his brow. The charm he’d once wielded like a weapon was gone, replaced by a dead-eyed chill. He smiled, slow and ugly.

“Well, well. The runaw
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