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THE SHARP TANG of blood on my tongue brings me fully back.
Oh fuck.
What have I done?
“Baby?” I murmur softly, lapping at Jasmine’s wound with my tongue to speed the healing.
Thank fuck—I don’t think I hit an artery. The blood loss is minimal and the wound doesn’t appear too deep.
But I just violated pack law. First, I let a human see me shift, then I marked her. Both acts are forbidden. And the oldest of laws would require me to kill any human who knows about our kind.
Which obviously isn’t going to happen.
But damn. I really screwed up. My alpha is going to have my head. I could lose my place in the pack—again.
Again, over a female.
But my self-flagellation has no place here right now. I need to take care of my female. She’s injured and probably scared and confused.
“Was that a love bite?” she mumbles.
“What?” A ch
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