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Thanks, Hera!

Max stood in the middle of the arena. Drenched in sweat but she was not exhausted. She was rather feeling exhilarated. All her senses were working a thousand times better and sharper.

She looks around her and sees the limp bodies that she had just thrown like rag dolls that were unwanted. The rest of them were still in their wolf form, too tired to transform back. She was searching for Zayn.

Max found him lying on his back. With bruises and wounds all over his pretty face. She walked towards him, avoiding to step over any more men. She had done enough damage today.

“Zayn..”

He was passed out.

“Aw, pretty boy did not see you bring down the house.” Hera said.

“You and I will sort things out,okay?”

“Over milkshake, or else, we won’t be talking.”

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