The Lycan's fated weak mate
Xander, who was glued to his phone, mumbled, “Are you guys planning to teach him how to dance or something?”
“Cold punk,” Weston snorted and Xander shit a glare at him.
“Look, Ella’s just a free-spirited bitch, and Dexter is just trying to—”
“Stop,” Dexter cut in, silencing JSethho.
Mason quickly cut in. "It’s not about what happened. My mom’s sick, and I just need to spend time with her, that’s all,” Mason explained.
“Professor Ste-phen Draven…” Dexter’s voice cut through the conversation. “You know him?”
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