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uman again. My head throbs so badly that it feels like drums beating inside my skull. When I try to lift it

tongue. The sharp sting across my stomach forces me to drop back to the groun

t back into my wolf; I don't have the strength. I'm not even sure if I can control it anymo

and I fall, crying quietly into the dirt. My wolf's voice stirs

ew things first. They're in the main house,

they're still there. Even if they've been ruined, they'll give me enough dignity to make it to the house. The wo

that make my heart hammer faster. Every snap of a twig or flutter of leaves makes me tense. My eyes, sharper now t

lothes are there-trampled, dirty, but still wearable. Relief

e. My heart is pounding so hard that I'm sure someone

Thank the stars. My hands are trembling as I unlock the back do

the house. I slip quietly through the dark hallway, not daring to turn on the light. I can feel it-the dark energy pressing again

ials: a few clothes, some cash, my ID. No more time. I need to go before Lamen re

eeper-survival. The pain eases with every step as my str

ht. The guards there don't return until dawn. A section of the fence has always had

When I reach the fence, my heart nearly bursts with relief-the gap is still there. I toss my bag thr

I've survived. Ahead lies a dirt road that leads to the main highway-a quarter mile away. If I

e golden gleam in his eyes. The memory of his mouth against mine, the

gs move faster, carrying me through the darkn

. I push harder, hoping for headlights, for the rumble of a passing

just running from Lamen.