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0065: Nightmare Fuel And Furious Pacing

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JACKSON’S POV

I couldn’t sit at that table a second longer. The weight in my chest had grown unbearable—like something primal clawing at the inside of my ribs, desperate to break free. I stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air, and walked out the back door before anyone could stop me.

The night was quiet, but I wasn’t. My wolf paced under my skin like a caged beast, restless and enraged. He was done waiting. Done holding back. He wanted her—and every second she remained away from us, his fury grew louder.

She should be here. With me. Not trapped in that hellhole.

I stepped into the woods, stripping off my shirt and tossing it aside. Boots crunched over leaves and twigs as I made my way deeper into the forest. And then I let go.

The shift came fast, wild—bones cracking and reforming as fur replaced skin and paws met earth. My wolf let out a long, guttural growl before taking off into the night like a silver bullet loosed from a gun.

He ran hard—faster than I ever had as a
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