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Chapter 40

Nathan

“FUCK IT!” I roared, while smashing the shit out of an old wooden dining chair.

“Oh, I hope that wasn’t an antique,” came an annoyingly prissy voice from behind me.

“I hope it fucking was,” I growled back.

I looked over at Ronan and shot him my best warning glare.

“Now, now, my little brooding beast, you know that ‘this’” he said waving his arms towards me, with his nose in the air, “is not my, nor that chair’s fault.”

“Then who’s fucking fault is it then? Because I’m just looking to smash someone’s face in right now.”

“Then go find a mirror you dumb prick!” Ronan snapped back, clearly losing patience with my insolent behaviour.

I couldn’t trust my mouth or my fists, so I stormed straight out of the room, bumping Ronan’s shoulder on the way out.

I kept going at a military pace until I was deep in the woods, then I changed into my wolf and ran. I knew I couldn’t run far like this in broad daylight, so I ran fast and hard, pounding out my frustration in a huge burst of adrenalin
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