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Rabbia Spirito, he was the kid a lot of people avoided and for good reason to. When he got angry someone's family would be attending a funeral and he would be giving the service. Rabbia is an angry man and people made him that way. He has been kicked around and walked on his entire life and when he finally snapped no one claimed responsibility... until now. Introducing Micah Verrat, the very person who made Rabbia break in the first place. Now he is back and he is dead set on making things right, if only Rabbia will let him. ------------------------------------------------------------- This story may contain triggering themes such as: - racism - physical/verbal abuse - slut shaming - homophobia - self harm/mutilation - death - bullying - toxic masculinity I don't support any of these things or find them funny, but they will be in this story. I am sorry if this story offends anyone, I am only using these themes for the plot of the story. ------------------------------------------------------------- This story is a second edition to a series. The first book is called The Hunter's Angel, that I have started on my other account that I cannot gain access to due to complications. I will restart the first book on this account.
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Book 2 in Stray Series. I know I'm not worthy of a second chance. I've taken away so many others' second chances. I took their lives in my hands and each time chose mine over theirs. It didn't matter who they were, if they had family, how old they were. I had a job to do. If I heard even a whisper, it was over. I had to. I didn't want to, but I had to. It didn't even matter in the end. She's gone now. I'm all alone. Somehow, for some reason, a second chance was bestowed on me. But I don't want it. I can't have it. And he knows it too. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #16 in "Shifter" #18 in "Loss" #24 in "Werewolf" #26 in "BoyxBoy"

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