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“The only thing this place is missing is a fireplace, | comment
She smiles softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yeah | don’t the one in our bedroom upstairs and down here. He has
done i | need a fireplace.”
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| choke - the hot coffee sputtering from my lips and shooting across the elegant codes table honest to God
cough up my lungs. “1-1.” | stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to digestand grant her my full attention.
“Yes,” | admit. 1-1 was but | know how stupid explanation for what | thought | saw and 1-
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“He is,” she says matter-of-factly and | whimper.
“Oh my fucking shit, I hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really hist shot. She said that Rider is a werewolf,
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“So is Domonic, she admits, “So is Hart. And so is little Ryder that you set on the yacht the other day.”
My heart is thumping as | think of the wolves in the parking lot and the way they dragged Antman away. Did they
kill him? Well, of course they did, dub. he gets drugged away by wolves and lives?
The wolves tonight,” | begin, my eyes still closed. Do you think they were
“I do,” she interrupts and | feel her hand squeeze mine, so | open my eyes. “I've never actually seen them all
together during the full moon
way you did tonight, but I'm more than certain it was them. They were protecting you. Because of who you are.”
the
“Who | am?” | snap incredulously, “I am nobody! | am a fanciful ex-honger! Why would they...“l gasp, my hand
going to the mark on my neck, “Oh!”
Draven nods, her eyes falling toward my bite mark. “You are not nobody, You are Rainier’'s mate. His soulmate. It
is why he marked you and it is why he refuses to let you go.”
| stare at her. “H-he told you a-about me? About... biting me?”
She nods. “He did,” she places her coffee on the table and scoots closer to me. “He
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so upset about it when he did it, he calledright
“He was upset about it?” 1 ask, falling sad. “He regrets
She shakes her head vehemently. “No! Not in the way you think. | mean well - he’s just upset that he didn’t ask
permission first. He was afraid that you were going to leave him. Because of Angle and | guess...he panicked.”
“I was,” | say with a nod, my eyes filling with tears. Im not a homewrecker. At least... | never wanted to be.”
She smiles, shaking her head softly. “You're not. There's a lot to explain. So | guess, know about Shifters?”
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RAINIER
The sun is barely visible through the clouds when the twelve of us wake in the woods naked. I'm sore and there
is blood on me. Mine and... someone else’s. What the fuck happened last night?
“Anyone else a little concerned as to what we might have done last night?” Quinn asks and | see for the first time
that he too is covered in blood. His wrist is painted in his own and the rest of him in the ssinger's blood that
| have on myself feel strange. Like... | dont know... kind of sad. What the fuck? I'm never sad.”
“Dom,” | start, looking toward him for answers. Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an idea of
what we got into the night of our forced shift.
“The blood doesn’t belong to our females, Domonic states with a shrug, as if that is all that matters. “And | don’t
feel any pain, so they must be fine.”
“Well we're smack dab in the middle of Blackjack,” Quinn gripes. “And | must have cacross a trap last night
or something. Because my wrist is caked with my own blood.”
“Right, Timmons says. “That's what happened tolast time, remember
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“Well, | was 17” | jodorm then. May blood is all rows my chest
“Bye who, though? Lief asks thoughtfully, sniffing his own chest and dried and then. The Dodon MA HAT HEA
“A funter's maybe? Timmons suggests
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“Maybe you found your mate last night and she was a bear shifter, Tirinzen jokes and Quinn starkes hi in the
horse of the bead
“You're mate is a humor, asshole, Fuck you,” Quinn snaps, almost hostile
“Right,” Domonic agrees. “Let's get to
Gryffin's den. We can get clothes
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In agreement, the twelve of us shift into our wolves and make the two mile trek to Gryffins. The
foreboding in the air that has my fur standing on end. “Somethings happened, | hits, coming into myself and
pounding on the door
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Taedora answers looking half alive.
“Whoa! She screeches right away,
dosing her eyes: Weyédo (nh dick
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“What the fuck? What are you doing here Tar? Whos watching Draven Domonic hisses, his eyes suddenly wild.
“First off,” she snaps, ripping her arm
away from his. “Don’t fucking grab
me, ever. I'm not ed pups!
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Domonic shakes his head. “No. We woke up in your backyard, drenched in blood. We were hoping you could tell
She shakes her head. “You might want to cin for a minute. Goose is with Gayle. She was attacked by
poachers last night.”
“Poachers?!” Domonic snarls and the rest of us growl. “Is she...?”
Gayle sighs. “She'll live. She's recovering. But... she barely escaped with her life.”
“Maybe that’s who we ripped into,” | say,
Tandora shakes her head. “Oh no sir,” she smirks. “You should call Draven. Felix is with her and boy do they have
a story to tell you.”