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Diane was looking at me with a worried, expectant face. “I’ve been calling your name for like a minute,” she said. “You looked totally lost in thought. Are you okay?” “Did you see a wolf?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “An ash-brown one? Big?” Diane looked at me like I had finally lost my mind. “A wolf? In the foyer? Raven, the only wolves here are the ones in human form. You need to get some sleep on the bus.” Before I could explain, Miss Freya clapped her hands sharply. “Head out! Everyone to the buses! Move it!”

“It’s the two of us again, babe.” Upon her action, the big black wolf snarled at her; his canines almost snapped her wrist into two yet Diana refused to withdraw her outstretched hand as her smile never faltered. Her gaze remained fixated on him. Diana saw how he struggled. He was confused. He was lost. And he was still the Dylan Cain he knew. Despite his instinct to snap her arm into two, the inner turmoil was evident as the massive menacing wolf looked away even when it was showing its canines from anger.

"Hello, Kayla," a guard knocks on my prison cell. There is no sense in trying to convince anyone down here that werewolves aren't so bad. I've only ever met Aiden and he's nice to me. But what about the other werewolves? Perhaps there is a nastiness about them. Perhaps they are evil and Aiden is the exception to kindness.

With that Diana opened the folder as if that were the end of the conversation. Seconds later, the door burst open and two wolves rushed in, one was dark in a leather jacket and pants, the other was blond and dressed like his blood mate. By rising up to defend against this new enemy. Instinctively he had pulled the small blonde to his feet and placed him behind him. “What are you two doing? Diana's calm voice had her tilting her head to look at the elegant man. "Do you know who these two are?" "I think they belong to my boyfriend."

Frank Kilburn stomped back into his office after questioning the two fools. If Lenny thought he’d believe that he took on eight wolves and got out alive, he was as much of an idiot as he looked. He doubted Lenny even saw McDonnell at all. But seeing the white wolf was telling. Lenny knew exactly what Sapphire looked like in her fur. If McDonnell was there for real, then he too knew.

"That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift." "Your wolf is a bitch!" Dirty yelled. "So are you." I laughed. "My wolf has fantasies about you." "Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes. You wouldn't enjoy them." "Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me."

I heard her speak in my mind, “I am ever your servant, Miss.” “Thank you, Jennifer,” I responded. “And I would like you to meet Diana, my wolf.” “I am at your service, Diana.” “Thank you, Jennifer,” Diana said. “What is your wolf’s name?” “I am called Susie,” Jennifer’s wolf responded. “Hello, Susie,” I said. “Let us go find the males and explore this place.” Jennifer followed me to the front of the cabin, where we found the black and the golden wolves waiting for us.

- I asked curiously. - He bought a cabin in the forest above! - There is nothing in that place! Except for the river and ghost stories from our childhood - I smiled - why would anyone buy a cabin there? - Ian says he doesn't like people very much! He is coming to our wedding because Ian insisted so much! - Surely people don't like him either! With that ugly face of someone who ate a lemon, he certainly won't be very successful in the town of the most boring and unbearably happy people in the world.

“No promises.” They lunged. Their blades met, sparks flaring against the sunlight, and for a moment, I thought the air itself had caught fire. Willow twisted, ducked, swept low, and Kyan went down with a thud that sent the younger wolves laughing. Willow stepped back, chest heaving. Her prideful grin was unmistakable. She glanced toward Twix for approval, and I saw that faint nod, that small flicker of recognition that Twix reserved only for those who had earned it.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”