How to Catch a Mate
She winked at Lechandray, who was mid-bite, her slanted eyes narrowing to slits sharper than a claw.
“Keep dreaming, bunny bitch,” Chan shot back, her voice low and dangerous, pie forgotten as she leaned forward, elbows on the table, “My wolf’d have you for lunch and still have room for Curt’s whole damn pie.” Her long neck tilted, that Sentinel smirk promising she could back it up.
“The only lunch you’ll be eating is my foot when I shove it down your throat.”
I groaned, my wolf pacing inside me, already done with this nonsense.
“Keiral, you dipshit, shut your yap before I let Chan chew your tail off.” But my lips twitched, because damn if this wasn’t Keiral starting fires she couldn’t put o
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