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"Shift once while wearing them and bye bye boots." I give him a small shoulder push to get him moving. Once he's settled, I twist around, bringing my legs up, and begin pulling on the leather. I can tell as soon as my feet slide home that they fit perfectly. "They don't look any different than the military boots I gave you." "Sacrilege." I run my fingers over the leather. "These babies have PVC air-cushioned soles. They're indestructible." King whistles. "One emergency Shadow Warrior shift and you'll discover you shouldn't be too excited about footwear, and when that happens, no footwear is indestructible."

Ashanti The heavy sound of my feet thudding on the pavement echoes in the quiet and dark night. It's a bit chilly which is why I'm wearing a hoodie, that I pair with black jeans and black boots. Now that I'm determined to set my plans into motion, I just need to get Lucas to understand why I need to work with Lucien. As crazy as it sounds, I would rather not start my battle with my family mad at me.

"I'm going to enjoy tearing him apart." By the time the sun started setting, my feet were screaming. These boots—the worn-out maid shoes I'd been wearing yesterday—were falling apart. Blisters had formed on both heels and popped. Every step was agony. I didn't complain. Complaining was weakness and I was done being weak. But Lycan noticed. Of course—he noticed everything. He stopped walking. "Show me your feet." "They're fine." "Marina." His voice dropped into that dangerous tone. The one that meant he wasn't asking. "Show me your feet or I'll remove your boots myself."

Hugh didn’t wait long before crouching in the courtyard, rubbing his eyes from sleep, and complaining that he wanted to go home. I pulled him back firmly. “You’re my best friend. If you don’t stay, who will be here with me?” I said, rubbing my reddened, frozen hands. Taking the chance, Hugh dashed two meters away. “Sure, I’m your friend, but this? This isn’t something friends can help with. I’m just here for the show. I’m out of here. Bye!” He made a funny face at me and ran off. My legs had gone stiff from the cold, so I could only sigh and continue working on the snowmen.

My voice was no longer completely human, my wolf’s overlaying with my own. They looked even more terrified as I walked over towards them. Grabbing them by the collars, I slammed their heads together, letting them fall like ragdolls. I didn’t really want to deal with human trash any longer. I glanced at the floor where they all lay, most of them unconscious. Time to get out of here… I made sure to step on a few of their family jewels with my so-called ‘goldmine boots’ before I walked away. The two who weren’t completely out of it shrieked in pain, sounding like little girls and drawing a smirk to cross my lips.

he said. “Well, that would have been helpful information when we first met,” I said. “Not really, you couldn’t do anything with it. I’m going to wager you still couldn’t. Sheila said she wanted to have you work with Greta.” He held up a pair of boots. “She also said you needed these.” The black combat boots in his hands were practical, sturdy, and looked like they could do some damage if I ever needed to kick someone while wearing them. Basically, they were my dream shoes. I crossed the tent and took the shoes from him. “Thanks.”

I don’t see him behind me anymore, smiling to myself, I think I’m sly. Then the spike of these goddess-forsaken shoes betrayed me. I stumbled to the ground, skidding my skin across the hard forest floor. I hiss out in pain but make quick work to get these damn boots off. Throwing them aside and hopping back up, I’m whipped back to the ground in a single second.

Boots firm. Spine aligned. Eyes forward. Not running. Not hiding. Not chasing. Just walking. Fully aware of the weight she carries. And fully capable of carrying it.

A few times, my wolf threatened to come forth, but I was in better control of it. I got a pair of Jogging boots from last night's shopping. Before now, I jogged on my ten toes, surely obscure, but when I saw humans run just as I did one on the side of the street, or on the bridge over a river, they did put that on. I found the design fascinating so I got mine, a pair of black boots.

Thump. The vibration traveled up through the soles of my boots, rattling my teeth in their sockets. Dust danced on the dark rocks. We froze. Muscles locked. Breath held. "Walkers," Barzil hissed. The word was a curse. He shoved us into the shadows of a collapsed turbine, his grip bruising my arm. High above, on the ridge of the ravine, a nightmare crested the horizon.