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She was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed, her nerves tingling beneath her skin, her heart pounding in her chest. “Relax,” he whispered against her ear. “They are going to love you, nearly as much as I do.” Sandra sighed, a soft pink touching her cheeks and neck. They turned into the room as a small girl squealed happily. “Uncle Crey,” she screeched, running to meet the man who laughed, picking her up and tossing her in the air. “Hello peanut,” he said, wrapping his arms around her as two other children hurried to him. “Sandra, this is my niece Traci Ann. Peanut, this is your new Aunt Sandra,” he introduced.

Trudy gave a sinister smile, “I went to visit my parents. I mean, we didn’t actually talk because you know, they hate me and won’t let me near their house, but I did get a message to them.” “What kind of message?” “Woof,” Trudy barked at her. “You killed their fucking dog?” Dimitra asked incredulously. “I put it out of it’s misery,” Trudy laughed maniacally. “Imagine having to live with my parents? Selfish people.” “She’s fucking crazy,” Darya whispered next to Ares. Ares nodded his agreement but as he watched Dimitra begin to lay a beating on Trudy in an effort to extrapolate information from her, he had a bad feeling in his gut. “I don’t think she has her.”

The sounds of snarls and growls filled the night as we circled each other, locked in a primal dance of dominance. Despite the intensity of the situation, a part of me couldn't help but feel sad. This was not the Trudy I knew, the kind and compassionate woman who had always been there for me. She was lost in her pain, consumed by her inner turmoil. Storm, suddenly spoke through our mind link, her voice tense with caution. ‘Arabella, Trudy's wolf is stronger than any we've encountered before.’ I knew Storm was correct. Trudy's attacks were relentless, her strength remarkable. ‘She was trained by an elder,’ I responded, my focus dialed in on the fight. ‘She can withstand a great deal of pain. M

As much as I hate these types of exchanges, I also find them oddly satisfying. “How dare you speak to him like that?” Trudy says, jumping up from her seat. I toss her a dirty look and she squeaks as she sits right back down. “I do not speak to heathen women who aim to marry into a role they are not worthy of.” “I am the future Luna of this pack!” She demands, sounding whiny, hiding behind her alphas bulging biceps.

Trudy chided Nathan. “I’m sorry, Trudy,” he responded. “Trudy, this is Amelie Cavanaugh. Amelie, this is Trudy. Trudy has been with our family since I was a baby.” “I used to change his nappies, Amelie,” Trudy advised. “And boy, do I have stories I could tell you!” “I think we are going to be best friends, Trudy,” I smirked. “Oh great,” Nathan rolled his eyes. “Please let me know if you need anything. I’ll be here until 8 pm,” Trudy said as she headed for the door, closing it behind her as she left.