Medina River Pack: Fated Mate
"I’m a wolf, not a SpaceX rocket."
"Not with that attitude," Jackie muttered. She suddenly sprinted toward him, and for a second, it looked like a standard attack. Instead, she vaulted off a nearby stump, tucked into a roll, and popped up behind him, poking him sharply in the ribs. "Beep."
"Did you just say 'beep'?" Bryce asked, spinning around.
"You’re dead," Jackie said with a smug grin. "Death by beep. It’s a very shameful way to go for a Beta."
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