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The rogue whimpered for the last time before disappearing. “Ugh…” That’s when Tyr heard Zane grunted in pain on the ground. “Zane!” The werewolf crouched over him and aided for his bleeding arm. Luckily, it was not deep but enough to tear some skin, causing it to bleed. Scratches like these are gladly not enough to infect humans and turn them into a newborn. “Are you okay?” Concern coated Tyr’s voice. “I told you not to look back! Look what happened!” “And you planned on fighting that wild wolf alone? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Zane responded with the same worry in his voice.

Teeth tear at my flesh. Balling up my fist, I smack the wolf on his nose, but it's only a glancing blow. The wolf snaps his teeth on my shirt, shaking his head as he jerks to get his fangs unstuck from the fabric. Laughter echoes through the cemetery. Gwen and her gang are watching me be eaten by wolves. I've got to get away from this nightmare.

Now I was ready to sweep away anyone, without thinking about the consequences. And then Reed howled. His mournful howl resounded through the woods, rising high. I looked back. The werewolf retreated from Morgan. Trent. Blood dripped from his fangs. The devastated body of a wolf with its throat torn. Such wounds do not heal. “No, no, no,” I whispered.

As soon as he saw the man, he let out a curse, kicking my chair away from the glass wall, " Fuck!!" I was pushed away in my chair in the opposite direction. All I could hear was the shattering of glass. The man under the tree shifted into a big black werewolf, breaking through the glass walls. Alessio shifted as well, taking on his honey-colored werewolf form. He was fighting against the black wolf amidst the broken glass.

"You'll miss me when you finally shift." "Doubt it," I muttered. Without warning, she shifted again. My shirt shredded in the process, scraps of fabric floating to the ground like leaves. The sleek black wolf gave me one last smug look before disappearing into the trees. I groaned. Now I had to walk home shirtless. After getting into it with the teachers at school for just that. Great.

He looks like he wanted to devour her. “Stop looking,” she said, enough to be heard by the man. “And what would you want me to do?” “You want to come in?” she asked, teasing him. But he brushed his hand on his face, mumbling, “Hell, yeah. That’s the invite, I’ve been waiting.” Bron removed his shirt like a werewolf who wants to transform himself to an untamed beast. He threw his shirt anywhere. She heard a thud along with the cloth that dropped on the floor but she forgot about it upon witnessing such beauty.

She can tell without checking that her ribs are re-fractured, meaning they’ll take even longer now to heal. Takota is silent as she looks Morrigan up and down. She looks between Morrigan and Amira, both with pained expressions. “Get back to work,” she commands, swiftly turning and walking away. A few minutes later, Nicholas calls everyone together to begin their laps in wolf form. When werewolves shift, they tear their clothing, so, as werewolves, they are all used to nudity. Yesterday, Morrigan had been perfectly comfortable stripping from her clothing before shifting into her wolf form. Today, though, she’s painfully aware that her ribs are painted every color of the rainbow.

I could hear him grinding his teeth as he held back the words he had just as I was. Su added gym shorts to the shirt she held up. The pair went together and showed the damage done to my mate. The wolf that attacked the girls appeared to have swatted her butt with its claws extended, several times. There was barely any material left on the back. The shirt had been ripped from the front. Several claw holes were visible.

The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside. The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist it behind its back, forcing it to the ground. It howls in pain, and I let go, ready for the fifth werewolf. It comes at me with a roar, but I'm prepared. I leap into the air, kicking the werewolf in the chest and sending it flying backwards. The five werewolves are down, but I know I can't rest yet. There's still the convoy to worry about.

She spins around, pulling her tank top off over her head. As shifters, we’re accustomed to nudity. If we shift while we’re clothed, we’ll rip right through them. I ruined my favorite shirt that way, once. All four of us dip off the path to turn away from each other and shed our clothes. I toe my tennis shoes off first, then shimmy out of my shorts. Once I’ve removed my t-shirt and sports bra, I quickly call my wolf forward.