Anna (His Claws On My Neck Sequel)
Mark sighed in the driver's seat.
“You should just talk it out, man. Unless you’re planning on tackling the old guy into submission?”
“Ridiculous,” he scoffs.
“I do plan on talking to him eventually. After the Cup.”
Finally, Mark drops the subject with a satisfied hum. Kael stopped the urge to roll his eyes, seeing Mark once again live up to his moniker, the peacemaker. Fergie, an elder of the pack, and he haven’t been on speaking terms lately after a rather big argument. He doesn’t agree with Kael, and so Kael gives him cold shoulders while he busies himself with preparations for the Cup, law school, and a mysterious lady who smells absurdly good.
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