Alpha Grayson
Midika
I tell him shakily, slowly, without breaking the relentless eye contact we hold.
This man is either telling the truth, which is on the high ends of the spectrum, or he's absolutely crazy, and wants any reason to get away with spiking my drink.
"Drink, it's not spiked," Jasper insists, the wine finding its way back into my hand.
I stare at the inside of the glass, as swirls red with foreign wine. It looks so tempting, but I still don't trust Jasper.
"You're not really a Phantom Wolf though...They are deformed creatures, that only come out at night," I tell him, glancing around for my nearest escape route.
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