FEMALE APHA'S STOLEN BIRTHRIGHT
stared at him. Was he making a joke of it? “You were dead,” she told him. “I woke up and there was all of this blood and you weren’t breathing. You were dead.” A growl from behind startled her; she’d completely forgotten about Dennis. “I smell it, too, wolf,” Toby said, the gouges on the side of his face rapidly fading. “Witchcrafting. Did the witch take anything of you, Lauren? Skin, blood, or hair?” When the wolf had appeared, Mary had grabbed at her hair. “Hair.” Her voice was so hoarse she almost didn’t recognize it. “When there are witches about, it’s good to keep them at a distance,” he said. “Your hair allowed her to get into your dreams. If you had died there, you’d have died for re
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