Chapter 90- You Fucking Snake.

Hazel dashed through the thickness of the forest, the wind blowing through her hair and the cold evening breeze fanning her milky skin.

She didn’t have to run but she was pissed and frustrated and feeling that adrenaline took off the edge.

Her mind flashed again with the look her own mate had given her- hatred, pure hatred and she wondered what she could have done to deserve such a terrible look