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"You wouldn’t have been able to anyway"

He sniffed and rubbed his nose on the heel of his pal a hit froh"

I had once Instead of voicing this, I shrugged

Hank rin "You’re a tough girl, yeah? Wonder how irl can bleed before she dies"

The bruise onot up onto the sidewalk so le of the gun accordingly One of the first rules of weapon handling is to not point a gun unless you’re planning to fire it If Hank took one step closer, I was prepared to go the extra ive him a street tracheoto stupid" Of course he did The guy was a fucking du moronic shit "If you think Callum will--"

"Fuck Callum," he snapped "Do you think I care what that asshole thinks?"

The grip of ainst my palm "You should"

"Why?" He stepped closer, andhiun after firing, so I could give hi sound Instead I jabbed the weapon into the air to reun to this olf fight

"He’s already going to be pissed about you abandoning the pack" It didn’t matter that Hank was a useless pack member and had been outwardly racist towards one of his pack uy to want respect fro your king "But how do you think he’ll respond if he knows you went out of your way to hurt a et free in ti

"You think he cares about you?" Hank scoffed "You’re deluded You know he called on your king, knowing it was your wedding? He did that on purpose"

I’d spentand hard to understand why Calluone At the tiht I’d been betrayed by them both, but noasn’t sure Callu Lucas froreed to the wolf binding ceremony, but clearly Callum hadn’t accepted Lucas’s coht to question it

"It doesn’t ed to sound convincing

"Guess we’ll find out how much he cares"

Instinct told round and coveredave hile to knock ht have been able to roll away and et an easy shot off

With Hank on top I was pinned between his legs, un trapped under his knee while he whaled on hts before, and I’d taken hits before, but nothing quite like this The first punch landed onlike a church bell

Just when I thought I ht cheek My eyes shut instinctively, blinking away tears I felt certain if he hitwould burst, ain everything re like ants under le, but I didn’t die I kept taking it

I gasped, and thea breathoverto sneak intounder the weight of him Yes, he was a olf, but he was also a sone, but I’d been trained in hand-to-hand combat by a huth fails, rely on skill Noas his voice in my head, calht then, but I tried to shut out the pain Every inch of my face felt broken What would Keaty do? It took ain my ears, but once I had, I knew the answer

I kneed Hank hard in the back Ideally I would have gone for the groin, but since he was straddling le to hit hi his assault to brace hi ht position, I jerked upwards and slammed my face into his

I was already in pain, so the new explosion of searing white-hot agony barely registered He’d soing to iving me a chance to scra--stay off the ground If you couldn’t stay off the ground, you had to find a way to get back up as fast as possible Once I was at a good angle, I did kick Hank in the junk It wasn’t the beststandpoint, but I was mad I kicked him once, twice, and by the third ti a pathetic noise<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>