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Chapter 11

Teagan's Point of View

I couldn't remember the last time I ran. Maybe about two years ago. I was on yet another stint to get healthier. To grow myself as a person and thought I would indulge in some exercise. Needless to say, that had been the last time.

Well, today I made an exception to my vow to never run again.

I booked it back to the pack house. People swerved to miss me as I came in hot. My Chanel handbag flapped against my side whilst my ribs expanded and contracted relentlessly to keep my lungs from collapsing at any moment.

By the time I reached the pack house, I was a sweaty mess with rumpled clothes and melting mascara. Not a pretty sight but everyone who saw me could go fuck themselves.

If you saw me running in the future, you should run as well. There might be danger about. The only reason I would ever book it again.

Unless Bellamy showed up and I had to high-tail it out of there. But that was something else entirely.

I couldn't get past my guilt. It was a monster inside
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