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Anika: My legs are shaking as I storm out of the room and head straight for the car. My heart’s pounding so loud it’s all I can hear. I yank the door open and slide in. “We’re done here,” I say. “Take us back to the pack.” The driver glances at me, nods once, and we’re off..pulling away from the pack house like I’m finally escaping something I never should’ve returned to. But my heart won’t slow down. Hunter Ford. The man who tried to kill me, and my baby. And now he has the audacity to say he still loves me? A bitter laugh rises in my throat, sharp and ugly, but I swallow it down, choking on the heat crawling up my chest. He’s a monster in human skin. And monsters like him? They don’t get redemption. They rot. I also can’t believe he had the nerve to act clueless—and then gi