Rise of the Direwolf.
inched closer to her through the crowd, her scent growing stronger. My wolf was screaming inside me, his growl rebounding through my head. He was only repeating one word, ‘Mate.’ But that couldn’t be right. I didn’t even know her. Wasn’t I supposed to be mated to someone my family knows?? Dad always told us that 99% of the time we are mated to someone within our own pack or to someone that our family adds pack knows. But Dad’s lied a lot over the years, so I should have figured he lied about other things as well. As I get closer, I hear the girls making fun of my mate about her clothing choice, saying that she looks like a freak in her black chunky ankle boots, fishnets, pleated black skirt
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