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Decisions
~Lincoln~ SON OF A B***H!!! THAT F**KING — I SWEAR I WILL— The shift was fast, and no time was spared while our wolves barrel into the forest. We are mind-linking each other, but we are also trying to gain control. Brutus is apocalyptic, and I’m sure Goliath is the same. Our mate almost died because these b***hes decided to try to play Goddess. They thought it was their place to decide someone else’s fate, and they used someone else to do so. I don’t think anyone will be safe if we don't get control back. I don’t know where Brutus is going, but he is zooming through the brush and trees as if there is nothing there that could stop him. I’m begging and pleading for him to give me back control, but I’m not sure he hears me. I can feel branches and rocks cut into us; we zoom past, and it
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