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Deep down, I knew where this was going, but I wasn’t ready to accept it. Suddenly, the door opened. A tall figure stepped in, and I looked up to see him. He looked exactly like he did in the photos, this time even better. Handsome didn’t even begin to cover it. He stood around 6’5”, with a model’s physique and an effortlessly sharp presence. Dark blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, a well groomed beard… He looked like a Norse god. Like the actor who played Loki in Vikings, only far more captivating.

She fumbled with the rusty latch, her hands slick with rain and blood. Finally, the gate groaned open. Freedom. She staggered through— straight into a figure cloaked in shadow. Claire’s scream was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. She struggled, but the grip was too strong. Hot breath brushed her ear as a voice whispered: "You're coming wi th me, little thief." Claire's blood turned to ice. ---

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

"And I thought it might be best to get to know her. She doesn't seem the friendliest, but she doesn't seem dangerous." "And him?" Harry asked, nodding his head to the other new student as he walked into the gym. "What a coincidence, the two new people are werewolves." "At the moment they're not doing any harm. Let's see if we can find out why they are here and then decide what to do." Harry gave Indianna a look before walking back to Brooke who was talking to Tai. "So, Tai," Harry said, staring Tai down. Tai raised an eyebrow. "What?"

I don’t know what she looks like as I have no pictures of her, so I don’t know if I look anything like her. Having to grow up without a mom made things difficult, but I didn’t realize it until 10 months ago when the only parent I had, my father, died. My dad was a half blood werewolf; meaning his parents were also a mix of a human mother and a werewolf father, resulting in a half blood werewolf. Half bloods may have some or all characteristics of a werewolf of pure blood origins, but each person is different. Some half bloods have wolves and can shift like any pure blood whenever they want. Some can only shift during the full moon and are only able to maintain their wolf form until the moon

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

I shrug. “Harlow is actually a twin, so she has more than one fated mate,” I declare. His eyes turn hopeful, he licks his lips. “Her wolf has come forward and confirmed that myself and a Tate Collins… some Shadow is also her mate,” I explain, then drop my arms. Maybe if Harlow gets two mates… I do too? Would that mean Tate does? Weird. “She’s a twin? Tate? Tate…,” he questions, looking surprised. I nod again.

We drove carefully while Christmas music played on the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I just love Christmas even though we don’t celebrate it.” Alex laughed. “I just love all the lights, the Christmas tree, the idea of everyone opening presents together on Christmas morning. I wish werewolves celebrated something similar. I guess we have winter solstice, but it’s not really the same, eh?” He looked so sweet as I peered over at him, a small smile on his face as we drove. He was so handsome, his face so perfect like a master sculptor had carved it. I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield. A flying deer???