DEFYING FATE
She had to show these people she had claws, that no bullshit would be tolerated.
"At least you have a spine. But that won’t earn you any respect here. Not when you are what you are."
"You mean bored?" Sophie’s wolf bared her teeth at the older female, but her anger was quickly replaced by anticipation as the scent of vanilla, old spices, the forest, and hot sex tickled her senses. Lastnight… Sex—and moans and—Enough, she thought to herself.
A moment later, Sage was striding into the kitchen. He walked with a sense of purpose that had her wolf growling with arousal. It flustered Sophie a little too, if she were being honest.
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