My Brother My Mate
“Rumor has it that you were injured. And that the warriors in question were a bit… wrong in the head, if you catch my drift.”
Images of the three attackers from last night flashed through my mind: their wide pupils, their foaming mouths, their erratic movements. Anyone with half a brain could realize that they had Wolf’s Fury.
“Come on, show me,” Adrian insisted, taking a step closer. “Some people are saying you were bitten. I’m just curious.”
“No.” I spat out the word like venom and turned back toward my locker. “I’m not showing you shit.”
“Why not?” Adrian laughed, his voice rising just enough so that everyone in the whole damn locker room could hear him. “Unless…”
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