Crescent Moon's Gammas and the Crimson Wolf
She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.”
My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?”
She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.”
I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile.
She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”
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