Werewolf Summer Camp with the future Alphas
He picks me up and carries me to the room, then kisses me, before laying me down between Gunner and Dean again.
They both latch onto me, and Dean whispers in my ear, “Is everything okay?” I smile and look over at him, “Everything’s fine, Pookie. Go to sleep.” I whisper and give him a small peck then make myself comfortable.
But I can’t fall asleep. Everything from today playing on repeat in my head. The anger, the inability to control myself, the talk with Shelia, and the books Issac’s reading.
I feel like I made a good point. If everything on the golden wolf is hypothetical, how are there so many books written on them? I know there aren’t a ton, but more then you would think. Right?
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