Troy’s pov “Sorry she was really fucking worked up, so I let her run with Snake, my dog.” Cyrus added that last part when I looked at him confused. “Why would someone name their dog Snake?” Orlando asked, equally confused. Cyrus continued, “I know it’s not any of my damn business. But she thinks you fucking hate her wolf form. You might be able to catch up, show her you don’t.” “Thanks Cyrus.” I said, I didn’t mind it at all if he involved himself. As long as it meant I had another shot with Ariel. I figured I’d shift too, let Orlando meet Ariel. Also I was faster and it was easier to track her in this form. I walked to the woods and stripped, dropping my clothes near a tree. Cyrus whistled from a distant. “Nice fucking ass, Troy. Go get her.” I shifted and followed my nose, tracking Ariel through the woods. “Well, you followed my nose.” Orlando pointed out. “Yeah, wise-ass. Your nose.” I replied. Ariel’s scent was growing stronger, so I knew we were close. I saw her and Snak
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