I fled as if the devil was pursuing me. With each strong step, my wolf form tore through the woodland at full speed, claws burrowing deep into the ground and paws hammering the ground. Green and brown lines of trees blurred past me. The wind blew over my fur, but it had no effect on the wrath that burned in my chest. With my teeth bared and my eyes flashing crimson with rage, my wolf was growling incessantly. He hissed repeatedly, "She's ours." *She was taken from us by that scumbag. For this, we'll make them all bleed.I didn't hold out for my soldiers. I didn't hold out for Glenn. They were too feeble, too slow, and too worthless. With my pulse pounding like war drums and my muscles burning, I pushed my body harder, leaving them far behind. With each stride, I got closer to Jesse, my pack, and whatever scheme she had devised. I required it. I wanted something to make this humiliation into a bloody, sweet victory.I didn't care that my lungs were burning as my wolf pushed harder. T
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