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13: THE TIME WAS NEVER RIGHT.

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EMIL’S POV

The cold night air cut through the forest as I moved between the trees, Malia’s unconscious body draped over my shoulder.

Blood stained the front of my shirt from where she had coughed against me earlier. Even now, I could still hear the weak, uneven sound of her breathing over the rushing wind.

Stubborn fucking woman.

My jaw tightened as I adjusted my hold on her, picking up speed the moment another foreign scent drifted through the air.

Patrol wolves.

Too close.

We had alre
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