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... eg for death. But as quickly as it came, pity was replaced with anger. Hot, sharp, bone-deep anger. It was as if my wolf was replaying every wound Anita had carved into me. Every humiliation. Every betrayal. If she had been given the chance to drive a dagger through my heart, she would’ve done it without hesitation. I knew that. She would not have pitied me. So why should I pity her?
My jaw tightened, and my nails dug into my hands. The sound of her voice—weak, begging, echoed in the dun ...
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