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ally nailed that internship spot at my mate Ian Ho
ng to rub it
he lobby, bam-there he was, tangled up in some ra
like a pine in a storm, that fruit knife
d edges, "Sixteen years, and you're stil
dn't f
than anything, wrapped an arm around her waist
ose eye
w ache and fire spilling out? It hi
-pitched buzz that dr
? Total b
down, he'd sworn up and down I was
urn his head. He only had eye
h my chest. I surged forward on pure fury, rea
less, brainless little vine-clinger just to twist the knife in me? Us? Childhood packmates, tearing into each other for y
g with this deep, accusing hurt. S
every damn inch. The antacids in my drawer? You stocked 'em yourself. Every late night I pulled, you were right there in
ver, losing it completely, sobbi
back, but she swung wild, clockin
nicking his skin, a thin red line blooming. "
e-wolf in our circles, scared of nothing and no one. Ga
there, until Ian fin
with that indulgent rumble
ah.
rough. Whispers erupted around
heads, too proud to bond. Instead, they pull this endless chase. And Ian? Goes
hing he fessed up, or that
r prime project right out from under her nose. Figured they'd go to their g
ght in my throat. My fight drained
till they bit deep, body sha
r. My mate's heart belon
e knife aside and
glass, fragile and fierce, an
glance hammered my heart
welling in my fists, bu
worn like a badge? Jus
one lit up.
ht. Won't be home. Crash w
cold pixels, then
eted, straigh
hell, I punch
rned hot
teen, twenty times.
on the floor, ugly-cryin
ia
one hell
ving in like it'd been skewere
via Town at eighteen,
smates, him, six years older, already a
like a storm front, wild and relentless.
ured cash into labs, set up sch
ed our bon
s and that gown like som
e damn fortune and 9,999 handwritten love l
wled, voice thi
th me? I swear it'll be you and me, forever-n
s f
rched m
, all-co
e into the surf to drag me out-fearless, ha
Howar
binding with a nobo
, starving him
tral house three days s
the b
was
ing me close, spoiling me rotten, like he'd
ell hadn't
urned for me...
rner Clara, f
red, till I teetered on black
ced over, s
lf home, a ghos
ss nights. Everywhere but his study. That door stayed
mb. Minutes ticked. T
r history, sho
crane, a smashed car model, a contract shredded and taped bac
hours every day. Now?
p splitting the sky. Lightning flashed, b
I snatched a photo, rearing back
hrough, smooth as eve
bound one? Party's a z
ed you here." I choked it out, fi
ed me. Always bolted ba
him spin his tale.
st a heartbeat, t
here tonight; can't bail early. I'
on,mascara streaks, eyes puffy-and hauled in a breath
rr, low and teasing. His breath hitched, rag
s exploding. Then his whole damn study-books flyi
ing my sweat. Shards everywhere, slicing my heart
clingy bits-the what-ifs
for her shadow in his chest. A mate wi
he first word. "Dad... no more easing up on
oared, fury lighting him up. "No wolf me
path. Some hu
eded to unbound us. And Ian? He'

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