"Get the hell out then. Don't come crawling back when the shadows catch up to you!" Hudson’s roar rattled the glass of the medical ward. He pivoted, the heavy oak door slamming with a crack that sounded like a bone snapping.

Dr. Ryan Mercer didn't flinch. He leaned against the silver-wash basin, a cynical glint in his eyes as he watched Avery huddle into her thin hospital furs. "You’re a walking disaster, Avery. Too soft. In this pack, the submissive ones get eaten first. You need to start biting back."

Avery looked up, her throat working as she swallowed. Her fingers were too shaky to form the signs.

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