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Chapter 22 – Leash

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Dax

After four hours of staring at my ceiling without being able to fall asleep, I finally give up.

So here I am at the gym before the sun's even thinking about showing its face, beating the heavy bag like it owes me an apology, and my wolf won't shut the fuck up.

Tell him, he says. Again. For approximately the nine hundredth time. Tell the hunter what we know. Then claim him and keep him.

Right.

Brilliant.

Walk up to Noah Hunter, a man who has spent his whole life believing werewolves are vici
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