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CHAPTER 22
HUNTER’S POV. I watched Blair as she slept through most of our history class, drooling, and she looked so cute and harmless. I kept staring at her most of the time in class; I’m pretty sure I went to class today to learn about Blair rather than the history of our pack taught in class. Her freckles scattered around her face were my new favourite feature about her, fifty-six in number; don’t ask me how I knew, I may or may not have spent the time counting them. The bell rang, indicating the end of the period, but apparently, Blair was too deep in her sleep to notice. I walked up to her and tapped her lightly on the head when most of the class had already left. As soon as she saw me, her lips turned into a frown. “What?” she asked harshly. I guess my presence had a way of getting on her ne
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