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Things fathers never say.

作者: Scare crow
last update 公開日: 2026-07-31 23:34:13

Vanessa's POV

I almost made it.

I heard him behind me long before I saw him. Branches snapped beneath heavy paws, his pace effortless where mine had begun to falter. My lungs burned with the kind of ache that felt earned rather than painful, and despite myself, I laughed.

A moment later, something warm and solid barreled into my side.

I yelped as we rolled through a patch of soft moss, leaves exploding around us.

A deep, triumphant growl vibrated against my shoulder.

"Cheater," I barked, wriggl
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