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Chapter Thirteen - Sharing the Loot
It would have been easier and faster if they could have shifted into their wolf forms to flee the scene, but they had too much loot to carry, along with their scant personal belongings. They were about a mile down the road when Frankie caught up with them, grinning like a kid on Christmas. His grin slid off his face though, when he saw Hannah in Michael’s arms. “Damn, boss, what happened?” He had to jog to keep up with Michael’s massive strides. “Human hunters,” Michael growled. He wasn’t in the mood to rehash the whole sordid f**k-up. His arms were going numb, but he had no intention of stopping until nightfall. He pushed the little pack as hard and as fast as they could tolerate. He steadfastly ignored Lonnie’s loud complaints of headache and fatigue. That fool was just lucky t
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