TRUE BLOODCLAWS
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Saturday Morning. Day After the Fire. BloodClaw pack, Mount Hood forest (Oregon).
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The Bloodclaw Pack didn’t sleep. Even on a slow Saturday morning, the forest echoed with the sound of training groans, distant howls and combat rings slamming with bodies. Deep in the wildwoods of Mount Hood, beneath the heavy Oregon clouds, the Alpha’s sons controlled their territory. And one of them… was f.ucking. Again. Dorian Thorne grunted low, hips snapping in brutal rhythm, breath curling hot against the girl’s throat as he rammed her into the tree trunk behind the east barracks. Her nails scraped at his shoulders, but he didn’t notice. He wasn’t even looking at her. He wasn’t there for her. He was there for the silence it brought him. His mind wasn’t quiet. It hadn’t been fo
