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An actual wolf bite on my collarbone

Author: Favor V April
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-30 14:57:21

Vera's POV

Grant’s “office” was the gym in our basement, which didn’t smell like sweat so much as testosterone and the kind of gym socks you could use to murder someone if you swung hard enough. I heard him before I saw him: the thud of the heavy bag and the almost subsonic rasp of his breathing. I padded barefoot down the concrete steps with a bottle of wine under my arm and a pizza box in my hand, balancing both like an Olympic gymnast, because that was the kind of multitasking you had to develop if you wanted to be mated to a werewolf with the social skills of an axe murderer.

I pressed my shoulder into the doorway and let my eyes eat him up. He was shirtless, back slicked with sweat, muscles moving under his skin like animals fighting to escape. Even his scars were vascular. The gym lighting was harsh, no flattery, but on him it just made the shadows deeper and the teeth whiter. He looked like a myth, but one you’d find carved in obsidian and left at the scene of a mass grave.

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