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Chapter 58

Author: Gemma Adams
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All I saw was the raven black werewolf coming straight at me. I put my hand out in front of me and launched him back into the camp. He skidded across the ground and I felt awful. It was instinct. The dirty cream wolf which had been standing beside him looked like he was about to pounce. I was saved from having to hurt another one of them. “STOP!” Brodie’s voice bellowed out so loud that it vibrated through the trees. I looked up just as the birds fled from the interruption. Each one of the remaining wolves bowed down to him the second his voice registered. “Back inside, now!” He waited for them to follow his command before he turned his attention to me.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to bow down to you as well.” I quipped at him with a slight chuckle in my voice. Almost hoping that would be enough to ease the tension that pulsed between us.

“If only. What are you doing here? You can’t be here. It’s too dangerous.” The idea that he still wanted to protect me, even afte

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