Jenn’s POV My pulse stuttered, my eyes widening as realization dawned on me that there was a rogue wolf in my fucking bedroom. The rancid stench it emanated hit me all at once. It flooded my senses as soon as I stepped into the room. My fingers tightened around my phone as instinct screamed at me to move, to run, to shift – The impact came before I could do any of that. Pain exploded across my back as I was slammed into the wall, the air ripped from my lungs in a sharp, humiliating gasp. The plaster cracked. My phone skidded across the floor. Its claws sank into my side, burning hot and vicious, and I cried out despite myself. I stumbled forward, barely able to hold my weight. The wolf didn’t shift fully – rogues rarely did when hunting indoors – but its eyes glowed feral and unhinged, lips peeled back from yellowing fangs as it lunged again. It looked like a hound let out from the deepest pits of hell. I ducked just in time. Claws grazed my shoulder instead of my throat, spinn
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