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66: PEACHES & SYLVESTER

Author: Fiona Cakes
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-06-22 23:34:44

THIRD-PERSON POV

"We shouldn't be here, Sylvester," Razor grumbled as he let his human lead the way onto Vanderwolf's territory. "We're rogue. We cannot be on pack lands. If the alpha catches us here, he will try to kill us."

"He can try, but I will fight back. He hurt our mate, Razor. He deserves to die." Sylvester stood at the edge of the forest and kept his piercing gaze on the Vanderwolf mansion. "I just want to catch a glimpse of her or even get a whiff of her scent, then we can leave after knowing that she is OK."

Razor growled. He didn't appreciate sharing the same feelings as Sylvester, but he needed to know as well. They did come all this way to see Peaches. "Alright, but we leave as soon as we see she's not hurt."

Sylvester continued to watch the house, folding his fists out of anger, when he saw the podium that he knew Nolan whipped Peaches on. A figure in wolf form swiftly exited through the backdoor. He sensed the person was of alpha bloodline, but it wasn't Nolan's wolf.
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