Sloane “I don't have a wolf,” I said, as if it was a near story. Everyone who knows me knows how I am without a wolf.I wasn't born with one, and I wasn't ready to listen to whatever they had to say. This is real life, not some fantasy world. I don't have a wolf, so there's no way I can be their mate.“Yes, you do,” Hunter said. “You have a wolf, she is just repressed.”“What do you mean, repressed?”Dean stepped forward this time, his eyes searching mine while I waited for them to say something, to say anything.“Can you at least sit down?”I looked at the bed and then back at them. I needed to hear this for myself, so I better sit down. I walked back to the bed and plopped my ass down, hands across my large chest as I listened to them.They all walked to where I sat, their hands at their sides. Hunter dragged a chair to the bed, and the other two stood right in front of me.“So… tell me, how am I with a wolf, and what does this prophecy mean?”“What you've been told back at Crimson
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