The Alpha's Warlock
I meowed again, beckoned again, and trotted down the hill away from the meeting room.
“Either that’s a cat wearing a backpack, or someone drugged me,” Colin muttered, and set off after me.
I might’ve laughed if I hadn’t been, well, a cat. As it was, I led him away into the woods, counting on his curiosity to keep him following. He was an alpha werewolf, and those assholes were always overconfident. He was ten times my size. Hell, even if I’d been shifted into human form, he would’ve been twice my size.
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