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Dacy let out a piercing scream, but Luna and Bryan remained motionless, observing my outburst. "Leave me alone!" I bellowed, demanding to be left by myself. "Come on, Luna... Let's go!" Bryan grabbed hold of Luna's hand and tried to pull her out, but she resisted. "I can't...my..." she was about to say, but Bryan quickly caught on. He sprinted out of the room and returned within a few minutes, carrying his backpack and donning his hoodie. Not just any ordinary hoodie, but the exclusive Were-Best hoodie. It was meant to be just for us, but he gave it to Luna to cover her exposed backside.

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"Y-you're Alisa Vega! Whoa!" He excitedly pointed at Jester, "Why didn't you SAY you're girlfriend is Alisa Vega?!" "She's not my girlfriend!" Jester said, exasperated. "She's our neighbor--" "Is that a limited edition Sunday Graveyard hoodie in cobalt blue, the one that sold out so fast only fifty people in all three worlds managed to get one?!" Alisa got up suddenly, pointing at the said hoodie slung over his brother's shoulder. "Even I didn't get one!"

“You can wear one of my hoodies if you want.” “Yes! Thank you. I can wear anything.” The Alpha opened his closet and threw one of the hoodies towards her, and when she caught it, an intense smell of vanilla and his musk invaded her nostrils. It had a strong residual of his scent along with the clothes freshener. She secretly didn't mind it at all. "I can't wear this," Allie stated, holding the material in a ball in her opened palm. Nate arched his brow. “What happened to I can wear anything?”

The hoodie, a shield against prying eyes, symbolized not only concealment but also the indomitable spirit of those who dared to challenge the oppressive rule. In the deepest part of the night, as the city held its breath, Maximus emerged from the shadows, standing at the precipice of a revolution. The black hoodie, now worn with a sense of purpose, marked the beginning of a chapter where one man's defiance would collide with the might of a tyrant's empire.

I expected him to freak out, but now. His eyes shone in the full-moonlight as he looked at me. Now I could finally see completely who I was talking to. The boy was wearing a black hoodie with 'Stay Brutal' written in green over it, a regular black leather jacket and matching dark jeans. A few dark strands fell into his face and he was clearly more than a head taller than me. Yes, I really hadn't seen him before.

“Not surprising, for sure, since you have kind of told me what you wanted, but at least I picked a grey one, not black, you know. I thought perhaps we could introduce some variations to your wardrobe, color-wise.” She keeps talking while Raven unwraps and unrolls the dark grey hoodie with “Fake Drug” written on the back in white letters, and the picture of the band on the front. He examines it, then gets up and pulls it on over his long sleeved T-shirt. “The size is just right,” Catherine says, looking him over. “Yes,” he says. “Perfect.” “If you don’t like the color, we can still return it. There’s a recipe in the bag. I mean, I’m completely fine with that. I mean, it’s better to change it

I said with a smile and I don't want to disappoint her by telling 'no'. We saw a lot of showrooms which had the best collection of hoodies. Nike, Noah, Comme des Garçons PLAY, Champions, Reigning Champ etc. She took me to the Reigning Champ showroom. It has the best collection of French Terry Pullover hoodies. She was good at selecting dresses. So she selected a hoodie after seeing all the models. She took a Grey coloured one and gave it to me to take a trail on. Yes, her selection was best and it suits me well. When I came out of the trail room, she ran to me and hugged me.

"Of course, honey. Here, wear this - it's chilly in here." I’m taken aback when she hands me a yellow hoodie. It is a strikingly bright hue, and it is adorned with a logo that I had never seen before–a howling wolf beneath the words ‘Bluehills Wolfs’. It was a simple but profound design, and it immediately caught my eye.

I fold it and drop it into the basket. Next, something I think he might like. I spot a black Henley shirt, the kind with buttons at the collar and sleeves that hug the arms just right. It looks casual but strong, practical. I have no doubt he’d wear it without complaint. Lastly, something I like. I hesitate, scanning the racks, then spot a faded blue hoodie with soft worn edges and a front pocket. It looks… cozy. Familiar. The kind of thing I’d steal on a rainy day. I smile and add it to the basket.