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Chapter 13: California Pack
I hear them all chasing me, not just Caine, ignoring them in the effort to run as fast as I can. For all I know, the Californian pack leader hasn't taken the bait, but I doubt it. The challenge is something no were of his arrogance could possibly ignore. I pour everything I have into that run, my wolf howling in my head as I reach for depths of speed I've never tested, almost flying as I skim the floor of the forest. No were will ever catch me, not unless I want him to. The pack falls behind, their panting and barking fading into the rush of the wind blocking my ears. And though this run has a certain purpose, I begin to enjoy it, the way my body responds to my need for more power, how my wolf legs move without effort, the power flowing evenly throughout me, driving me on. I've never fel
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