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Check My Brain
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She didn't enjoy being pulled around by her arm, especially, and gave a loud growl when she realized that he wasn't letting go. The wound on her shoulder had healed over, yes, but there was still a substantial amount of damage on the inside that was not one hundred percent fixed. She bared her teeth and let out a snarl when he yanked her forward, the pain in her arm almost crippling. "Fuck off, you don't own me, loner. My pack will tear you apart" she threatened.
How did he know her name? She narrowed her gaze even more, brows furrowing further. The thing about her pack had been a lie, of course. The only ones who would "tear him up" for messing with her were Jefferson and Geneva, most likely. Her adopted father had fought for her before. "What are you, some kind of stalker? And let go of my fucking arm, you're hurting me"
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