Feral Bond
Broad shoulders, sharp eyes, raw power radiating off them.
One by one, werewolves sniffed down the line, some declaring “Mate” and claiming girls. Blossom squeezed my hand.
A blonde with hazel eyes — looking like a model — stopped at Blossom. He sniffed, locked eyes with her, and said “Mate.” Blossom froze as he kissed her, then led her back to our parents.
An hour passed. No one came for me. Relief. My chest loosened. I turned to leave — and bumped into a hard chest. Not a wall.
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