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Meeting the Clan

“Stinky one-eyed bastard!”

“Old furless mutt!”

“Bring it on, you fangless faggot!”

Of all the things Emily mentally prepared for, the slew of vulgarities and flying furniture was not one of them.

The front yard that was brilliantly decorated was reduced to a mountain of trash with shifters growling at each other. The expensive handmade tapestry was torn, the special ordered outdoor carpet was ruined with mud, the steel chairs were bent at different angles, and Ambrose was organising a gambling den for the makeshift fight ring full of rowdy shifters.

Emily wasn’t even fazed by the sight of wolf ears, swishy tails or exposed fangs during the day. They reminded her of the boys when she f

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