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Bruises

Alpha Stalker had requested that Isabella handle the hand over personally; Camille found her in the showers this morning, one half razored leg perched precariously on the soapbox, shampoo just applied to her thick fiery tresses and loofah furiously scrubbing yesterdays travel muck from her body.

The pack Beta delivered the news tersely, before turning on her heel and leaving as quickly as she had appeared; Isabella had no idea why Camille had taken such a disliking to her. They didn't even know each other, but once again the older woman had slipped away before she had a chance to confront her about it.

Not that it would resolve anything, in Isabella's past experiences, confronting a would-be bully would usua

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