Wolfbitten
Gabe brought my attention to a mousy, lanky girl, with a shiny black French braid that fell to her lower back, and appeared more over-grown ten-year-old than the fifteen years old Gabe had told me she was.
“Hello,” Miriam said as she shook my hand. She tilted her head slightly and put on what was clearly a forced smile.
As we’d both predicted, my visit to his pack was tense, and it would be a gross understatement to say I was unwelcome. To his parents, I was vermin that had made myself at home in their otherwise pristine house. It went without saying that Alpha Bruce and Luna Catherine, both devout worshipers of Artemis, were adamantly against chosen mates. But I had to give some credit to G
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