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He's powerful and has kept the Lieutenant from damaging my career. Mary McConnell gets up. She's big, almost six feet tall, and a former college swimmer; that was ten years ago. She's kept at it, so she's in very good shape. Tough to tell with the uniform on, but I've had the other detectives describe her--in graphic detail. She walks around the desk and into my space. I should have taken the chair; this is new. She stands, nearly touching me. We're eye-to-eye. "I've got another shit job for you. This one's a doozy."

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.

I need to find her ASAP! I spot Caleb Brown at the entrance of the mall with a few men in black suits who look like his bodyguards. They are all looking around as if searching for someone and some of his bodyguards are all talking on walkie talkies in hushed tones. What the hell is he doing? Caleb Brown is a 25-year-old famous wrestler. I don’t really know him but I have seen his 6-feet-1-inch self with curly blonde hair and blue eyes at a few charity functions.

She is definitely taller than me. I am short for a werewolf. I am about 5.3 ft and turning 18 soon. Our wolf form is not as short as me though. Suaco is big. She is as big as an Alpha and faster than an alpha. We are built for hunting and stealth. We can usually move past packs without them even knowing we were there.

Scott pointed to the seat next to Cameron and I took it without hesitation. Mr. Scott was a man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair cut short to his scalp and a huge built. I think he was well over six feet tall, much the same height as Cameron and his skin was a dark caramel. Overall, he was a very intimidating person that no one wanted to mess with. Hopefully, I hadn't done anything to get on his bad side either. "I-is this a-about Mr. A-Agnes?" I managed to stutter out past the lump in my throat.

Isn’t he excited to see me all dressed up and pretty? As we start swaying to the music, his grip tightens. I can feel his heart racing, and a sense of foreboding washes over me again. Something isn’t right. “Is everything okay?” I lean in to whisper in his ear. Blake isn’t very tall for a werewolf. He is only 5’6, which is tiny for a werewolf, but probably normal for a human man. I don’t mind, though, since I’m only 5’2.

"And lastly, we have Kaleb O'Brien." Lennox took a third sip. "It's not spiked." I leaned back, trying to relax upon hearing that, but something still felt off. I took off my beanie and removed my sweatshirt, feeling unbearably hot. Davin let out a whistle. I turned my head to see Kaleb striding like a six-foot-seven brick wall, wearing nothing but a red jockstrap that left nothing to the imagination. "Um," Willow stumbled over her words, "Kaleb O'Brien is a twenty-seven-year-old... and he's quite tall."

Scott pointed to the seat next to Cameron and I took it without hesitation. Mr. Scott was a man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair cut short to his scalp and a huge built. I think he was well over six feet tall, much the same height as Cameron and his skin was a dark caramel. Overall, he was a very intimidating person that no one wanted to mess with. Hopefully, I hadn’t done anything to get on his bad side either. “I-is this a-about Mr. A-Agnes?” I managed to stutter out past the lump in my throat.

"Wait, just look at how big he is! Does he even look like he can airwalk?" "Hell, I think he'd do worse than the first guy!" Still, the laughter and mocking comments were reasonable. As they had pointed out, Scarface was just shy of seven feet tall and certainly did not look like he worked on his agility or airwalk techniques. However, his pure vigor was twice more abundant than Lebon's. Even if his technique lacked grace and he was leaving violent splashes in his wake, he was shooting forward way faster than Lebon. And where he lacked elegance, he made up for it with explosive force.

I look down at my clothes, I’m wearing sneakers that are fit for this terrain, “would it be bad to say yes?” He chuckles, “it just doesn’t look comfortable, that’s all.” As I approach him, he stands from his push-up position, if I were taller, we’d be chest to chest. I’m pretty average for a woman. Five foot four and a half, because the half counts. “Go grab some waters and we can get going,” Corbin instructs me. I feel his eyes on me as I turn to retrieve the drinks. These shorts aren’t that short. Are they?