His Trouble Maker

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

GRAYSON

“Where is she?”

Fucking hell.

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I only took my gaze off her for a second–just to make sure we weren’t being swarmed by rogues–and now she’s gone.

Jack’s smirk tells me everything. He knows. He’s taunting me.

I grab Jack by the collar as soon as her scent reaches my nose. “Where. The. Fuck. Is she?”

“I can smell her on you,” I growl, pressing closer, claws digging into the leather of his jacket. “One word, and I

swear-”

Jack tilts his head, amusement dripping from his every move. “Relax, Grayson. You might want to save some of that fury for when you actually catch her.”

“Catch her?”

The asshole nodded. Cracking the tension on his neck as he pointed at the direction of the woods. Damn it.

She run away from me.”

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“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing.”

I push him hard, almost having visions of ripping his neck. “Are you fucking sure?”

“Positive. But you might want to hurry. She’s fast when she wants to be.”

My wolf claws at my chest, screaming. Fast. Defiant. Mine. Without another word, I tear through the mud, the rain, the storm, chasing her scent.

Why would she run away? And why now? Kade and I discovered anomalies in our perimeter, and I have to check twice if we’re being invaded. But fuck it–there’s only one priority now. Her. My Luna.

I pivot, dodging a fallen log, claws scraping bark, teeth bared. The storm lashes at my back, but my wolf doesn’t care. It only wants her. Wants to tear through the distance, tear her out of the rain–soaked trees, and claim her completely.

muscles screaming, teeth clenched.

And I know she’s running, thrilled, defiant, testing me. “Where

What the fuck.

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pieces just

Her scent.

the wind, scent

Mine. Mine. Mine.

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howl cuts through the storm and I fucking recognize it. Jessica let her wolf

low, dangerous, feral. “You think you can run

Mud clings to my fur. Rain soaks

I can smell her.

There.

Ahead.

whipping, fur

to let her know she’s

wolf is beautiful and destructive in its own way, but whatever it is she carries–fire, defiance,

wet. I step closer, heart hammering,

storm pounds around us, but I’m the only thing

she not recognize

slowly, letting the wind carry my scent straight to

spine arched, fangs glinting as she matches

growl, teeth bared. “I’m

confused. She’s been through too much, fought too hard to trust anyone.

won’t

baby. It’s me. You don’t

distance, to claim her, to drown

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gaze lock with hers, letting her

soaking fur and skin, but I don’t care. The storm

do this. I will do this. For

own feral way. Tail curling

a little closer until my hands are on her tracing the curve of her flanks, feeling the slick heat of her fur against my

letting my thumb brush along her jaw, teasing the tip of her ear. Her body trembles under

this is mine. My wolf hums beneath the surface,

can’t resist.

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