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72: The Taste Of Revenge

JONAS’S POV

A self-satisfied smirk spread across my face, akin to a predator baring its teeth, the moment I caught sight of the terror dancing in Lisa’s wide eyes. She resembled a deer caught in the headlights, paralyzed by the sudden realization that I was the hunter.

The familiar scent of the pack house, a heady mix of pine and earth, filled my nostrils, amplifying the sweet taste of victory. But what made it even more intoxicating was the sight of Lisa, her fear of me as potent as ever.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” Lisa stammered, her voice trembling with panic.

My laughter filled the deserted hallway, a chilling sound that echoed off the walls. “Stay put, little rabbit,” I warned, my voice a menacing growl.

“Don’t even think about running, or you’ll regret it.” I doubted she had the strength to flee. Her face was pale, her body frail, like a leaf trembling in the wind.

As I leaned in, the air around her was tainted with Asher’s scent, a bitter tang that soured my triumph. “That
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