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What just happened?
My breaths came in harsh, uneven bursts as I stared down at her—Hazel. Her lips were parted slightly, her breathing soft and peaceful as if she wasn’t lying in the wreckage of every choice I had ever made. Her bare shoulder peeked from the twisted sheets, and right there on her neck was my mark. Crimson, raw, and permanent.
Ragnar, my wolf, purred in satisfaction like a beast that had devoured his feast. But I? I was spiraling.
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