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“Maybe she got shot, maybe she didn't survive. Many possibilities. You better get your damn ass out of this dilapidated motel right now and we go to I-15 to see the remains of that shooting." “One minute. I will go out." Wren cursed in annoyance and stuffed his cell phone into his trouser pocket. He then unplugged the charger from the socket and walked hurriedly towards the door with his backpack swinging on one shoulder. His right hand grabbed the jacket and his left opened the doorknob. The cold air mixed with the scorching morning sun greeted him fiercely. He had to squint his eyes to block out the bright sunlight this morning. Great, he thought angrily. Even though it was supposed to be

"You liked it. You liked it, and now you're sitting here blushing like a tomato because the most dangerous man in New York made you—" I threw a pillow at her head. She caught it, cackling. "I knew it! I knew there was a freak hiding under all that good-girl energy. Sera Ashford, secret submissive—" "Can we please focus on the part where my entire life is in ruins?" Wren's laughter faded. She climbed onto the couch beside me, tucking her legs underneath her, and suddenly she was serious again. My Wren. Sharp and loyal and ready to fight. "Okay." She nodded. "Okay. Let's think about this. What exactly are we dealing with?"

Sharing one last loving look between them, they parted ways, heading to either end of the long hallway to their bedrooms. Once inside her room, Wren removed the t-shirt and threw it into her hamper on the way to her bathroom. There she drew herself a nice hot bath and added lavender bath soaps. As she waited for the tub to fill she noticed the steam swirling above her head and all around her bathroom mirror above the sink. She took notice of her reflection. As she looked at herself in the mirror she admired herself. She was an attractive female. She had curves in all the right places. Her auburn hair was long nearly covering her derriere. Her breasts were a full D cups and her bottom was nic

Ivana replied. "To hell with them! Conri keeps yelling at me all the time because I still can't find that bitch Wren." "I think she really has a boyfriend who is hiding her. Otherwise, you could have found her already. I mean, where would she go? She is the only one alive in her family."

That’s going to change. Wren is finally ready to go. It took her longer to get ready as she is nervous about how she is presenting herself. This is our second outing in public. While our first one went fairly well, minus the issue with Lorna, I know Wren is still nervous. However, right now, she looks stunningly beautiful in a rose pink wrap dress with nude pumps. Her hair is in soft curls, and her makeup is simple yet elegant. She looks every part of a Luna even if she doesn’t fully feel it.

I thought about the limited number of mornings remaining where I’d get to see that expression. I turned the phone face down on the table and decide to leave it back home. Whatever Piper had to say had waited this long. It would keep until tonight. Some things you protected even temporarily. Even knowing they were ending. This was one of them. Wren came downstairs in a black bikini and a loose shirt she’d knotted at the waist, her hair up, sunglasses pushed on top of her head. She had a small bag over one shoulder and she was putting an earring in as she came down the last few steps, her head tilted to the side.

WREN’S POINT OF VIEW. I’m screwed. Like totally fucked up. Hi, I’m Wren, and I'm screwed…hey, does that rhyme? Anyway, enough babbling… did I mention I'm fucked. Why? You may ask. Well, I made a sex tape….well, not really a sex tape, just me playing with my pink vibrator for my boyfriend who’s out of the country at the moment, and I sent it to him. And you might say, well, that’s not so bad.

My mate shifts from foot to foot full of nervous energy mixed with something so powerful it has me fighting to bare my neck to her. “Wren” she says softy behind me as she comes closer to my side “Your not yourself. What’s happened to you? You understand that this is weird right, you watching us” Wren casually starts walking down the stairs hands in his hoodie pocket like he’s taking a fucking stroll in the god damned park, relaxed and un-bothered by his sisters words. “Theres nothing wrong blossom, I was just coming down to get something to drink and stumbled on the free show” he shrugs like it was no big fucking deal.

The steps were less than forty inches long and one and a half inches wide, with a simple ledge. My eyes swept through the walls of this underground area that had countless doors and windows. Some people seemed to stretch their necks at the windows, then pull their necks and rush down to see me. My neck and face never felt this hot from embarrassment. “Het jy 'n vriendin, Justin? Sjoe, dit is wonderlik!” exclaimed a beautiful, typical dark-skinned African woman down there with a sparkle. The woman is carrying a browned petai. I cannot imagine how the smell of the petai will make the whole room smell bad.

She seems to shy away from the nakedness that comes along with being a werewolf. I finish up quickly and pad out to the bundle of clothes using one of the extra shirts inside to dry my body and I grab the pair of gray sweatpants and a black fitted t-shirt. Even though the shirt is much tighter than I would normally wear, I am pleased that the sweatpants fit. I suppose I can thank the rogues for liking their sweatpants loose. Tank walks past me, sending me a smile and a fake salute as he moves towards the water. “Wren is waiting for us to be done. She is a little way north of the tree,” he calls over his shoulder.