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Chapter 18 – Blind Spot

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Dax

"Stop looking for it," Noah says.

"How am I supposed to kill it if I can't look at it?"

"That's the whole problem."

Fantastic. Love that for us.

Twenty minutes in the trees behind my gym, hunting something that vanishes the second you point your face at it, with a hunter who delivers bad news like he’s reading a grocery list.

The wolf is up on his feet inside me, hackles raised, turning in anxious circles.

Behind us. No. Left. No, behind.

He keeps losing it too, and he does not enjoy losing
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