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g into the backseat, I struggled to maintain composure. "Peace Garden orphanage," I instruct

Despite the turmoil I had endured, I found it impossible to she

d them, and I had failed the orphanage. The events at the pack house had undoubtedly sealed the fate of my jo

ce. All my efforts had been rendered futile, discard

na Camila, I curse you for ruining my life. I curse the pack a

tially, I brushed it off as mere paranoia, but as the miles passed, the car r

driven by a desperate need to uncover the

ursuit seemed abs

k the urgency in my voice. Despite my agitation, the driver remained oblivious. W

e a speed limit to adhere to,

fessional conduct. The unease with

please, you have to trust me. We need to change our route," I urged. Th

sending the taxi careening off the road. We crashed into a n

id rush down my head. The metallic sc

e cab driver, but he didn't m

himper left my throat as

ck, and we were i

red, and vulnerable. I took a deep breath to steady mys

ragged me out of the wreckage. Their stone faces came i

, to ask them what they wanted, but my words were cut short by a vicious slap landing ac

own my blood, my voi

ce dripping with malice. " Another word

orce. I was slammed against the car, my body screaming in agony. I felt mys

and battered, I saw the

claw that had sliced through his skin like paper. His eye section, mouth

nrir emerged from the darkness; his eyes were bloodshot, and his claws were stained with dripping blood. Wi

fast to follow. He immediately approached one of the men and was shot point

hronized like a well-oiled machine. Together, they took down the me

ing a man flying across the ground. Fenrir followe

. Fenrir turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity.

ips still didn't move and I co

e you okay? You don't h

process the whirlwind of violence t

ded, and I could not comprehend what he was saying or thinking about. I fe