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His loud voice attracted a crowd. Andrew put on a sad look for the people. “Let’s hear from everyone. Was it wrong for my baby girl to play with his son? “But the guy turned around and slashed my baby. Talk about cruel.” The crowd looked at me in disapproval. “For a guy to carry a kitchen knife around the neighborhood, I hope he doesn’t have anger issues or something.” “If your kid is so fragile, don’t let him out of the house.” “That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.”

“Well I’m not going to believe you just because you said it with your broody eyes and ‘I’m tortured’ voice.” He stared at me for a long time. Then stood. “Fine,” he said. “Just… don’t freak out.” Too late. I watched him move to the center of the room, jaw clenched, body tense. And then it started. His back arched. Fingers curled into claws. Bones cracked and his body twisted in ways that were not human. His eyes turned gold. His skin rippled. Fur burst through his arms and neck. And then, there he was.

"We are a pack of cats and wolves each holding equal rights within Vorlyk's clan, but I thank you for your greeting on behalf of us all." Fucking great. Zenya and The Kodiak would kill each other over word games before the sun rose the following morning. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess?

I felt… free. A howl tore out of my throat, and before I could think I was running. The ground disappeared beneath me as I soared over roots and rocks. Then, beside me, a flash of dark fur. Lucian. His wolf was enormous, black as the night, eyes glowing like blue fire. He kept pace with me easily, his movements smooth, predatory, yet protective. I could feel him. Not just beside me, but inside me. The voice in my head screamed: Mate. Mate. Mate.

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

she whispered. A low growl answered her question, coming from ahead. The growl grew louder, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. Olivia’s breath hitched as a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. “It seems they’ve planned for more than just men,” Victor whispered, with a smirk on his lips. The creature stepped into the light; a massive wolfhound with black fur and bared fangs, its eyes fixed on them. Olivia’s fingers tightened around her gun as fear passed through her.

"Elara, right now we have to get him out of here." Still, I am unable to move. I am not able to think. Finn sees something distinct, hence something is unique. He is not in an unconscious state. He is beaming. He murmurs then, voice too low for anybody else to hear. You would come for me, I knew. And the earth pauses. For what purpose does that imply? I cannot breathe. My heart leaps and my head whirls. Finn, grinning, was on the ground blood seeping through his clothing. And the words he murmurs seem illogical.

I looked across the veiling wall to see that Dymian had set the keystone in the carved slot, and Farrah crouched on the platform, drawing something with chalk as Dymian removed the medallion from around his neck. All this time, the guys had shifted into their formidable wolves to fight the fray of furcans and Worgens. Others surrounded our barrier, ramming their large furry bodies against it. “What’s that sparking from the tips of their fur?” I asked Penn as my heart slammed against my ribs. The barrier shimmered with each bang, and several blue-white lines skittered over the surface that came from the furcan’s furs.

Eline snorted at Sandra's ridiculous thinking, "Of course not. It's just because anything Furry Market is way more expensive than other markets, so people generally prefer to avoid it." "Ahh..." Sandra nodded in understanding, plucking a flower in excitement as she walked. Her excitement is contagious, Ismena found herself almost as giddy as her friend. "Why are there so many males here? I thought this is a woman's thing?" "Not exactly. A lot of things are being traded here, some which will be of interest to males. Also, most of these males are just passing through. These paths leads to more than a few clans; the reptile clans, the rat clan, the elephant clan, etc."

Growls rumbled in their throats as their soulless eyes fixated on us. “I'll try to lead some of them away, get back to the main square and let them know that they have a rogue attack on their hands.” Bradford picked up a fat tree branch and held it like a baseball bat. “Don't argue and just do it.” Fur started to sprout on his skin, and his ears grew in height; the upper curves transformed into hairy points. He had a point, so I conceded. “Stay safe,” I told him, before turning around and running the way we had come.