Alpha Ares
Jemima Forresterwerewolf pack hierarchywerewolf pack twilightthe omega he rejected, the white wolf he craveswolf with scars
Then, to us, she added, “He’s right, isn’t he? You’re the ones Alpha Blare had in the coliseum?”
With a sigh, I shifted into my human form. The gig was up. But there had been enough death, so I resolved to at least try to talk my way out of this. “It’s like dumb and dumber,” I said, but the fierce chattering of my teeth cut through my snark somewhat. “Do the two of you only share one brain, hmm? Is that it?”
She huffed. “We were smart enough to catch you.”
Note to self, I thought dryly, don’t try to talk your way out of these situations by starting with an insult. It never works.
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