An Unwanted Fate
Kat rolled her eyes at us, earning an annoyed rumble from both our wolves.
“I thought you were a wolf, not a scared puppy, mi perrito.” She smirked at Reegan. He raised an eyebrow at her. Languages were never his thing.
“My puppy.” I whispered the translation to him.
He outright growled at that but Kat was completely unfazed. Instead of cowering, the little minx stripped off her jeans and t-shirt, standing there in nothing but her lacy bra and panties. Then before we could even react, she stepped forward, kissed us both on the cheek, whispered goodnight and pushed us both out the door, slamming it in our faces.
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