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Intro. She was never trained to lead—only to run. Swift, quiet, deadly when needed. “The Rabbit,” they called her. And her wolves? They loved the chase. Ghost—the silent shadow who said more with a breath than a threat. Soap—the sadist with a smile, always a step behind, always toying. Gaz—the calm one, dangerous in his precision, watching her unravel. Price—the storm in stillness, the command she could never disobey. They didn’t fight over her. They didn’t argue. Predators don’t compete when the prey already belongs to them. Tonight, she’s locked in with them. No missions. No escape. Just her heartbeat, their steps, and the inevitable end to a very long chase. She was made to run. They were made to catch her. And tonight, no one plans to be gentle.

The Rabbit & Her Wolves

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