THE WOLF'S FATE
Right.
Ravena finished her margarita and immediately felt the need to go the restroom. The atmosphere had become quite warm, so she shed her jacket. Big error. The moment they realized how small she was, the room became silent once again.
Ravena was expecting another bottle of water, but Silva rushed over with another margarita for her.
This time the woman said, "On me, sweetie," and she meant it. Even in her four-inch heels, she was short for a gray woman, standing at almost five feet ten.
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