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The other kitchen hand groaned, dreading the effort that would be required if the story was accurate.
”It'll be entertaining. They'll invite other packs, and you never know who could show up.” The first kitchen hand lifted an oblique eyebrow at her pal.
When the two young women started talking about what they thought their friends would be like, Eve tuned out. She was hoping to meet her own mate soon. It had to be a matter of months, if not weeks, given that she was approaching her nineteenth birthday and werewolves could recognize their mates when they reached eighteen. She remembered how delighted she had been a few days after her birthday, certain that she was about to run into the love o
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