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Chapter Fifteen – Hunger in the Blood

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Anna ran like the wind.

Faster. Harder. As if sheer speed could outrun the thoughts clawing through her skull. The trees blurred past her, branches whipping by like ghost fingers. Her paws pounded the forest floor, each stride a violent rejection of the fire inside her chest—the one that burned every time Ethan looked at her like she was more than vengeance. More than fury. More than the mission.

Her muscles screamed, but she drove them harder. The sting of earth and root underfoot, the raw slap of wind against her muzzle—it wasn’t pain, it was absolution. She wanted the forest to tear her open, to strip her down to bone, anything to shake loose the feelings she refused to name.

She hated it.

Hated him for being kind. For remembering how she took her coffee. For giving her space when she snapped, and silence when she needed to scream.

The kindness was unbearable. She could survive his cruelty—had survived worse. But kindness? That was a knife. A weakness she could not armor against.

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  • The Full Moon Verdict   Chapter Fifteen – Hunger in the Blood

    Anna ran like the wind.Faster. Harder. As if sheer speed could outrun the thoughts clawing through her skull. The trees blurred past her, branches whipping by like ghost fingers. Her paws pounded the forest floor, each stride a violent rejection of the fire inside her chest—the one that burned every time Ethan looked at her like she was more than vengeance. More than fury. More than the mission.Her muscles screamed, but she drove them harder. The sting of earth and root underfoot, the raw slap of wind against her muzzle—it wasn’t pain, it was absolution. She wanted the forest to tear her open, to strip her down to bone, anything to shake loose the feelings she refused to name.She hated it.Hated him for being kind. For remembering how she took her coffee. For giving her space when she snapped, and silence when she needed to scream.The kindness was unbearable. She could survive his cruelty—had survived worse. But kindness? That was a knife. A weakness she could not armor against.S

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