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~Dakota’s Point of View~ “What the hell is wrong with your face,” the King snarls, just before shoving a load of food in his mouth. I instinctively touch my cheek and it feels too familiar, like I’ve done it a thousand times. I don't quite know how I knew it, but before I even looked in a mirror I knew it was there. I may not know my name but I can't forget something like that. A dark birthmark covering the bottom half of my cheek and the top of my neck, it's pretty noticeable. I narrow my eyes at the dude, and I’m close to telling him he looks like a barbarian, a caveman and more so an asshole. My eyes blink rapidly as the words are lost on my tongue. He shovels another fork full in his mouth like it's a miniature shovel and dribbles land all in his beard. Something in my stomach flips, nearly making me lose my appetite. “Yes we will have to see what we can do about that, everyone will talk if you are to stay here. It's a bad omen for our kind and we can’t let the public see,” t

~Dakota’s Point of View~ ~Nine Hours Earlier~ “I’m so glad you came to your senses,” Abbey says, with a big grin. I give her back my best smile but don’t actually reply. I’ve had these people eating right out of my hand, and it’s been a hell of a lot easier than just getting angry and yelling. Which I definitely still wish I could do, but what’s the point? “The Prince will just die when he sees you in that,” Marissa says, giggling and elbowing her cousin. He’d just die huh? One could hope! They both nod their approval as I step into the high shoes. I wince immediately as my toes get pinched, and look at them with pitiful eyes. But they don’t care or notice. I square my shoulders then go to step forward, and immediately my ankle twists and I fall forward. Thankfully I catch the armrest of the sofa, but what if it hadn’t been there? “You’ll have to practice,” Abbey scolds, even wagging her finger. I make a face as the girls lock arms, and walk out talking about their own dresses

~Dex’s Point of View~ *I can’t tell, what is it,* Kent shouts, as if I won’t hear him over the chaos surrounding us. He kicks at the half burned book and cocks his head to the side. It’s what Dakota lit on fire so it must be significant somehow. Kent squints hard but it's no use, his eyes aren’t made for reading and we’re wasting time. I can’t even tell if it's still readable or not. We leave the book and run out into the yard, trying to get a view of the roof. There are groups of wolves and males fighting all over, so I can’t go by scent alone. I can’t get eyes on her, and I have no idea if she found a way down or not. I want to believe she’d sense me, she’d come to me. But with everything going on and all the blood in the air I can’t plan for that. I can only pray she’s not trying to be tough and throw herself in the middle of the fight. That would be just like my mate and the idea of it nearly distracts me. The familiar sound of car engines flitters into my ears and my heart s

~Dakota’s Point of View~ “So some people just hang out in their wolf form like all the time,” I ask, still trying to understand. I watch as people just casually walk around with wolves. Some pet them, some just go about their day like it's no big deal. Some wolves just sun bathe like a human would. Weird. “Yeah, it’s liberating like nothing else. It’s an itch you have to scratch. You share a mind and a body but when one is in its natural state, the other has to take a back seat. It’s only right to share the time. People who live in cities, that don’t want to be part of a pack… Well we don’t have a high opinion of them and vice versa. You have to let you wolf out. It's cruel not to,” William explains. I tap my lips absentmindedly, still not able to wrap my head around it. Dex sits a few feet away from me, roasting some meat over the fire. They wanted me to watch them hunt but there was absolutely nothing about it that seemed appealing. I’ll gladly starve and wait for my dinner to

~Dakota’s Point of View~ His kisses are too soft and gentle, but I need them to be more aggressive. Maybe I’m just too impatient. But this is my first … well anything. Atlas kissed me, but I just stayed frozen unsure what to do. More like because I didn’t want him touching me. He didn’t even seem to notice. That’s it though, I’m never thinking of him again, I can’t. Dex’s weight is heavy on me, but I love it. So much so that when I wrap my legs around his waist, he quickly tries to pull himself away. I only tighten my grip, feeling just how strong my thighs are. He groans as I feel this heavy erection hit just above where I need it. My body feels so alive, but just on the edge. I need him to push me over it. Whatever happens I’m on the Dex train and that isn’t going to change. I try to shift, but I can’t move much with his weight. Even though I don’t remember any intimate experiences, I somehow seem to have a total understanding of what needs to happen. What I am certain I will mak