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Chapter 45
Maeve lunged at Dusk and sank her canines into his left foreleg, a gesture which Dusk repeated, biting her in return. Drew and Arla felt a bond form, like an invisible tether connecting the two of them, and their two wolves, together.
“What the fuck?” shouted Lorenzo, opening a mind-link between the three of them.
“Maeve just said ‘mine’, then lunged at Dusk,” replied Arla, her voice shaky. “What does that even mean? I can feel the bond, but I’m not old enough for a mate. We can’t be mates, Drew.”
Lorenzo’s chest felt tight, his heart raced, and even though he was in the back of Marcel’s mind, he felt dizzy, as though the ground beneath him had given way, his entire world crumbling around him. Bond? Mates? Arla had to be wrong.
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“What the fuck, Violet!” Arla roared in pain. Milo blew the whistle again, loudly. “VIOLET, the session is OVER,” he yelled. “Oops, sorry Milo, I guess I didn’t hear it,” Violet purred at him, an innocent look plastered on her face. “No excuse. You will sit out of wolf training today and the Alpha will be notified. Get outside,” he shouted. “Are you ok, Arla?” “Yeah, I’m fine thanks Milo. I’m sure it will heal quickly, the pain is already easing up,” she replied, rubbing her face gingerly. “You don’t say,” he mumbled, his eyebrows raised as he watched her cheekbone and eye socket move back into place under her skin. The bright red mark on her face disappeared, along wi
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They left their clothes in the greenhouse and shifted, allowing Maeve and Marcel to bound into the forest line. They teased and chased one another playfully, jumping over rocks and ducking beneath branches as though they had no cares in the world. Lorenzo could feel the stress that had been weighing on him disappear further and further, the longer he spent in Arla’s presence, and Arla felt more content than she had been all week. Maeve screeched to a stop, sniffing the air. Marcel slowed down and circled back to her, taking in a deep breath also, but not picking up anything out of the ordinary. “What is it, Maeve?” asked Marcel. “Rogues.” “I can’t smell any rogues. Which direction?”
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