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Send. Matches came quickly. Most were lame, dick pics right away or boring “hey.” But then Shadow popped up. His profile pic was all shadow and muscle outline, no face either. The message hit my screen almost immediately. Shadow: Damn. Those tits look like they need real hands on them after whatever shit you just left. Rough day? I bit my lip hard, feeling that familiar heat rush down my belly. My free hand slid down and pressed against my shorts right over my clit without thinking. Yeah, something like that.

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If they are happy, sad, envious, angry, even horny, I can see it by their soul. A person’s shadow is colorful in my eyes depends on their emotions. It’s still black but a shade of a specific color touches their shadow based from how they feel. Red when angered. Green when envious or insecure. Yellow when happy. Blue when sad. Purple if horny or turned on. The strong has a pitch dark shadow, while the weak has gray shade. And to my dismay, my mate possess a full gray shadow. What the hell! I’m in a daze as I watch her shadow, I’m not mistaken. She is just a weak wolf, I was matched with a weak being!

“Not there. Not ever.” But even as I said it, I knew my protest was just that—words. Symbols don’t mean much when a man like Marcelo decides to erase them. My eyes drifted to the broken shards of my phone. Pieces of glass sparkled under the dim light, like tiny stars scattered across the rug. My chest ached. That phone had been my lifeline—my way to wire money back to my mother, to Fae. To make sure they ate. To keep them alive while I played Elena’s shadow.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

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The boy screamed as he began falling through developing gap toward water flowing forty feet below. Without hesitation transcending tactical evaluation, the Shadow Knight moved with transformed capability beyond physical limitation. His midnight substance extended across intervening distance without requiring conventional traversal, cosmic awareness perceiving precise intervention necessary for civilian protection beyond operational objective. Constellation patterns shifted within extended essence as forgotten souls contributed collective determination regarding innocent preservation beyond military engagement.

"Why not?" "Isn't it obvious? Lucian's the wildest of The Apex Four. He never shows up for training and misses out on hunting contests, and even the Valemont pack nearly gave up on him. The princess might like to break the rules, but she wouldn't go for a bad boy like him." ... Thorne overheard that, straightened his suit sleeves, and held his head high with pride. Griffin and Rafael did not seem to mind, just chilling and sipping their drinks.

Even if it wasn't related he hoped if he helped them then they would help him get answers. "Can I help you?" Sean, one of the Shadow Howler warriors asked as he looked at the large man. "My name is Lachlan. I'm a warrior from the Sentinel Warriors pack. I came here to see if I could offer the palace some assistance." Lachlan replied. Sean was a warrior, but next to Lachlan, he felt small. He saw the tattoo of bird wings making a circle around a wolf's head. All the warriors of the Sentinel Warriors had the same tattoo.

“I love him, but he’s seriously f-ked up.” “Alright,” Raven looked at him in surprise. “He seems pretty together when you see him on TV.” If Shadow was surprised that Raven knew who his father was, he did not show it. He was probably used to people just knowing – he was the spitting image of his formerly pro-footballer and media celebrity father. “It’s the culture, eh?” Shadow said. “Or maybe the type of men who are successful playing sports. They get their heads so far up their arses they believe the shit that people tell them.”