Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Ninety-Four: Rules are made to be bro

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I stopped in front of apartment 2B, looking at the shiny golden letters on the dark cherry wood door. Rock music played inside the apartment and I could picture my best friend. The kitchen was probably a mess, Charity was super bad about cleaning up as she cooked.

The sound of her off key singing was muffled by the door and I knew that she would be dancing while she cooked. She was always in motion, she always had an ener gy to her that seemed limitless. I had been halfway con vinced that she had ADHD and no one had noticed it but me.

I could picture her in there with her hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her lips spread in a smile as she did her thing. It was a scene I had walked into more times than I could count. I was still nervous to see her, but I knew that I could stand out here all morning.

Biting my lower lip, I brought my hand up and knocked on the door. It was best to just get it over with. I couldn’t put this off forever, even if a part of me wanted to. I wor ried that things were going to change between the two of us.

I was pretty sure that my friend was a shifter. That there was so much about her that I didn’t know. 

It hurt that she hadn’t trusted me with this. There wasn’ ta part of my life that I didn’t share with her. Yet, she had not trusted me enough to tell me her secret. She must have known that Jake was like her, but that was another thing she hadn’t told me.

It was beginning to feel like the world that I knew was all a lie. I just hoped there were no more shocking secrets that were going to come out about the world and the peo ple closest to me. I didn’t know if I would be able to handle it if there was. Each thing I learned made me feel more and more like this was some very vivid hallucination.

fear in her

wearing an oversized navy blue shirt that stopped at her thighs and her skin seemed to glow. My gaze moved down to the marks on her ankles and the ones at

I said, frowning at those

she said, lifting up her hands and I realized that the bruises were healing

last night, but it was

said, unsure of what I should say. || wasn’t bothered that she’d had kinky sex. I was one to yuck someone’s yum. I just couldn’t seem to press through

me and the marks on both sides of my neck. She smoothed her hands over the front of her shirt, giving me a smile.

rumbled at the mention of food, even though my throat felt tight. I didn’t want to be upset

but we both

in but I didn’t

words were stilted like she was worried about telling me

asked, wrapping my arms around my stomach and clearing

coming in, Til?” Charity asked, looking down at her sparkly blue toe nails before looking up at me again. “I fixed your coffee the way you like

voice rose with each word and my eyes burned with unshed tears that were threatening to spill. I didn’t want to cry but I was still so worn out and I had been on a

sorry.” Charity