Wolfbitten
And he would not go down so easily.
“Pleased to meet you, Julia,” he’d said, before turning away to other business. He’d barely even acknowledged my presence before turning to his father to discuss some other pack they’d been dealing with. I was an afterthought, a passing breeze, something beneath his notice.
“And this is my little sister, Miriam.” Gabe brought my attention to a mousy, lanky girl, with a shiny black French braid that fell to her lower back, and appeared more over-grown ten-year-old than the fifteen years old Gabe had told me she was.
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