Hunting for our Mate
Dad said Manish had lost the connection to his wolf, yet when I saw him, he looked more animal than human.
But when you looked past the crazy, you saw a frail old man with no life in his eyes. He wasn’t scary; he was fucking pathetic.
‘What would you like more, a game or a book?’ Atalanta mind-linked both me and Zev.
‘A game,’ I said, while Zev said, ‘a book,’ at the same time.
Our mate giggled, ‘okay, that doesn’t help.’
‘He’ll love it because it’s a gift from you,’ Zev tried to help.
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