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Chapter 155 - Run

Author: Pixie Snow
last update publish date: 2026-01-31 21:17:41

I don't know how I did get out of mansion. It was all a blur.

The forest hit me like a wave, thick and fragrant with rain-soaked earth. My boots sank into mud, but I didn’t care. Every inhale drew in the sharp, loamy scent of leaves and wet bark, and my lungs remembered what it meant to breathe freely. My wolf surged to the surface, claws flexing, muscles coiling like springs. Bones stretched, fur rose, teeth flashed in a silent snarl at the wind. Now I was a blur, a streak of shadow and instin
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