The scarred alpha lunged for me, but my blood-soaked dress sifted through his fingers.
Too wet for him to grip. And I was out the door at a dead run.
In too much of a state of shock to turn into a wolf. I fled as I was.
A terrified she-wolf on the run.
Escaping the NightHunters raiding pack.
Now, I turned wide eyes up to Vanquish he met my look. "What?"
"I remember..." I breathed. "All of it."
"What's wrong Vanna Rae?" Racer didn't like the wounded look on my face.
"We going hunting?" Hunter aptly asked. Seeing the pain and rage written over me.
"Yes." I looked at him levelly. "We are."
I wanted revenge.
I wanted someone to pay for all I'd lost and for who the NightHunters had killed.
And I wanted to find what was left of my family.
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