Primal Craving
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It gave me time to replay fake scenarios in my head, the little lies I’d spun in my pack to get on the good side of certain alphas, while blasting Katy Perry without Alaric making fun of me.
They’d been my mate’s favorite songs before she passed.
“I’m all that you want, boy! I’m all that you need, boy!…” I sang along, letting the music fill the car, tapping the steering wheel in rhythm, smiling at the memory it brought back.
Then, mid-chorus, the song cut off abruptly, replaced by the phone screen flashing a familiar name: Lucien.
“Hello,” I answered, keeping my tone casual.
“Brother, are you still going to my—” he paused, “…my father’s pack today?”
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