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My wolf made a sound that, in a human, would have been a laugh. It wasn't quite that. But it was the closest equivalent.'Did she just aim the machine at him.''She was going to hit him.''A mortal girl on a motorbike was going to ram Maxwell — full shift, two hundred and thirty pounds of Black Shadow's head enforcer — head on.'"I am aware of what she was attempting to do, yes, it was stupid and dumb, and extremely desperate."Unfortunately she didn't get the chance to complete it. One of the flanking wolves — Daniel I think, from the angle — came in from the side, claws first. The motorbike went down. She went with it.My jaw tightened. As expected.I watched Maxwell's wolves pull back — not to help her or to finish her, but to play. That was the word for it. The deliberate circling, the strategic intervals between lunges, the way they let her get back to her feet and grab the bike again not because she'd escaped but because they were choosing to let her believe she had. They wan

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The current had her, and she was too tired and too hurt to fight it head-on, so she didn't. She worked with it instead — angling herself, conserving, reading the water rather than battling it.It was the right call. It wasn’t the call an experienced swimmer made, she that was panicking suddenly gain a real energy and strength all of a sudden.She was battered and bleeding and half-drowned and she suddenly changed the table with such boost.Something definitely had happened there.I had been told this girl had no wolf. No power. Nothing exceptional.But with what I just saw I was revising that assessment in real time.The branch caught her, or she caught it — I couldn't tell anymore which was which. She pulled herself hand over hand along it with arms that had no business still functioning, clawed up the bank on sheer will, and collapsed face-first into the mud.I came in downstream and surfaced quietly, moving to the bank twenty feet from her. Stood in the shallows and watched her I s

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She's not going to run.'"No, there’s no need, she has nowhere to run to" I agreed.She did a systematic sweep, left to right, measuring the circumference of the situation with those dark eyes. Running the numbers. Arriving, I suspected, at the same conclusion I would have arrived at in her position — which was that the numbers were terrible and that there was exactly one variable in the entire situation that was not yet fixed.Me.So I stepped out of the tree line and walked toward her.My boots were wet and the forest floor was soft after the rain and I made no particular effort to be silent. There was no point. She knew I was there the moment I moved. She turned to face me before I had taken three steps, and the shift in her focus — from the pack to me, from the general to the specific — told me she had already identified that I was the Alpha. Not by my size, not by my leather, but by the way the other eyes and body adjusted when I moved. It was a Pack orientation. She'd grown up

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AIDEN’S POVI’ve been in this world long enough to know that both humans and creatures — werewolves, vampires, and everything that moves in the spaces between — have a tendency to mythologize violence. They dress it up. Give it weight it doesn’t always deserve. Some call it the warrior’s call. Some call it the honor of a clean kill. Some call it a fair fight.I understand the impulse. Mythology makes uncomfortable things easier to live with. It turns brutality into something the mind can file away neatly, something with shape and meaning and a story attached to it.I’ve never found it useful.Violence, to me, has always been a transaction. You weigh the cost. You check if it’s worth the return. Then you execute. Sentiment about the method is a luxury that belongs to people who don’t do it for reasons that actually matter.Tonight, like I had said, the reason I was going to be violent didn’t matter at all. I needed no reason to.I gave out the order and my pack went to it immediately.

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All Chapters of His Rejected Luna is The Lycan’s Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 64

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