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“I’m Hunter Blackwood.” “Hi,” She replied, taking the guy’s hands in hers and shaking it before releasing it. Then her gaze landed on Lin. That was the person who had caught her eye. She could not stop staring at the she-wolf. “And you are?” He smiled brightly as she excitedly extended her hand. Lin cleared her throat lightly and then reached for the stranger’s hand, shaking it while speaking with a smile, “I’m Lin Boye, nice to meet you.” Stereo held onto the she-wolf’s hand for a few seconds longer, maintaining eye contact with her. “You are special, aren’t you?”

I gave her a menu. "A Lemon Tart and a Matcha latte. Thank you." Lynede said to the waiter and couldn't wait to ask me, "What happened?" I paused and then questioned her, "I accidentally met a male with black hair in the bar. I mean, do you know who in our pack has black hair?" "Black hair? As far as I'm aware, Kloss and our new Alpha both have black hair, and..." "Oh my goodness, look who I met! My dear classmates!" We were rudely interrupted by Rhoda.

Deanneth When the girl was asleep, I found that I was fascinated by the whorls in her hair. In Lycaneum society, plain brunette hair was common and nothing remarkable. I was disappointed at first when I met Clara. Loretta had soft blonde hair that was so light, it could have passed as white.

I held back my tears, but to no avail. I felt Cillian shift a little closer and take a look from beside me. “Yes, you two look alike…” He mumbled. “Does my mother-in-law, I mean, Luna Lydia have beautiful silver hair too?” He said to Netra. I’m sure he wanted to cheer me up with that, but mother-in-law? Isn’t he overdoing it? “Oh… Alpha Hendric has it, Luna Chloe took her father’s hair…” Netra answered. The photo I was holding was indeed black and white. But with Netra’s help we could now see it.

Aaron and I both silently watching when a woman with long black hair, silvery gray eyes and milky white skin began to approach. The girl no taller than Tori, maybe an inch shorter, which put her at 5’7 maybe 5’8 at most. Her physical appearance fit and lean. Her chest shaped beautifully and her legs long and toned. The female in question gazing at both Aaron and I as she purred. A soft wicked smile gracing her lips as she approached. My body suddenly tense when watching her walk. Something about the young woman throwing me off. “Hello, my name is Lynexia. Lyn for short. You must be Jake and Aaron.”

Rachel added. Dawn had long straight hair that was cut with many layers. Her hair was a dark blue with streaks of dark matte purple. Her eyes were hunter green and intense. She had a bad case of resting bitch face. She wore ripped, baggy black jeans, and a white shirt with black stripes. "Finally, this is Leti."

I said as he laid his head in my lap. “What do you mean?” He asked. I ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. His hair was dyed in a dark red shade, a very dangerous shade if i say so myself. Because it’s him, he pulled off that handsome-but-dangerous look. If someone else was to copy him, They would be a laughing stock.

I leaned back, ready to dismiss whatever blurry nonsense he had, but then I froze. The photo was grainy, taken from a distance in the rain, but the subject was unmistakable. Chelsea Lynch. She was standing at a heavy steel door marked Staff Only. She was soaking wet, hair plastered to her skull. But it wasn't just her presence that was damning. It was what she was wearing. She had a suit jacket draped over her shoulders. A man's suit jacket. Charcoal gray. Expensive. And standing just inside the door, holding it open for her, was a silhouette I recognized instantly.

I've heard about them of their bravery and handsomeness. Alpha Rollins was a tall, imposing man, his presence commanding the space as soon as he entered. His dark hair was cut short, accentuating the sharp lines of his face. His eyes, a piercing shade of icy blue, seemed to hold an intensity that could freeze you in place with just one look. He was dressed in a dark, tailored shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders, and a pair of black pants that emphasized his powerful frame. Every movement he made was deliberate, exuding a quiet, deadly confidence that spoke of both strength and control.

"They’ve been causing chaos—bombing schools, killing innocent people. And now, they’ve gotten close to someone important to me. I can’t let this slide." A sharp breath came from the other side of the line. "So it’s personal for you." "Very." There was another pause before Scarlett spoke again, her voice colder than before. "I don’t work for free, Aiden. You know that." He expected this. "Name your price." Scarlett’s voice was like ice. "I don’t want money. I want information. There’s a man in Russia... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. I need details on him. Do that for me, and I’ll take care of your problem with the Shadows."