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THE FUGITIVE

[ COMPLETE ] As a rogue werewolf on the run, Esme tries to live her life in the present, wondering if she will have a future and hiding from her past. She moves from place to place, never staying for more than four months at a time, leaving before any attachments are formed, and she is nothing but a ghost, a girl they used to know. After surviving on her own for two years, keeping to the shadows and blending in for so long, she is suddenly thrust into the spotlight when the city she stumbled across is controlled by none other than the Vampire King, Gabriel, the ruthless. He is intrigued by the she-wolf who chooses to live among vampires and decides to keep his natural enemy close to his side. But the more Esme tries to hide her true self, the more Gabriel is drawn to her. For someone accustomed to being alone and not leaning on anyone for help, will Esme open up to the one person who can see through her attitude for what it really is.. a painful past covered in scars? ** DISCLAIMER ** Mature Content (R18+): Abuse, Graphic violence, References to suicide, Domestic violence, Sexual content, Strong language. This is part of HUNTED universe. Cover is mine and created by @if._art My instagram: @kelly_starrz New discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa --- Short side story after: Taste of Vengeance "Live an eternity as the very thing you despise." A curse he had to live by. A woman he wanted to kill. A woman he became obsessed with. This is a short side story with dark themes.

Kelly_Starrz · แฟนตาซี
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Esme's groan came out through cracked lips and a dry throat, making her voice sound more like a gargle. Her head pounded like a hammer slamming into her skull, and her nose and eyes stung, but it didn't compare to the pain in her spinal cord and chest. She was incapacitated. Esme had a high pain threshold, but it had been a while since she had been in such agony that it was difficult to breathe. 

The she-wolf tried to move, to feel with her fingers the wound on her back, to check on how bad it was for it to still be pulsing white-hot heat and causing her stomach to churn at each inhalation of breath, but she couldn't. Her muscles kept tugging and stretching painfully in her lower back to each movement, and the ache in her shoulders made her more aware of the burning sensation around her wrists. With all the effort she could muster, Esme forced her heavy lids open, struggling to keep them open in the dim room.