Epilogue
One Year Later
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Fate Pierce - Hawthorne’s Point of View
“You motherfucker, get back here!”
It was easier to chase someone when you could see where their aura was leading them. Despite the lack of speed that foxes have, it was not difficult to hunt paranormals who seemed to think that we were weak creatures. All seemed to underestimate our kind just because we stayed submissive for most of our lives.
Feeling the wind brush through my face had been a natural thing these days, and even with me tackling down a wolf that was running down the dense forest. While it seemed normal for me, I could hear a cry of panic from a distance.
“Fate, what are you—” Clayton was quick to reprimand me, hands offered to my side the second he managed to keep up. He was on the different side
