The White Wolf He Rejected For A Mistress

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in that hospital, surrounded by the scent of antiseptic and pity, felt too much like lying in a morg

. He was pacing, his phero

was. He didn't look at the bandages wrapping my

detailing my "Escape Plan"-logi

nded with a heavy thud. "Running away? It's a pathetic ploy for attention. Typic

'-a wolf who had never shifted. He didn't know I was a White W

g against the doorframe for support. My

ect the weak. Ariana has a damaged wolf soul. She cannot shift. She needs me. You... you are capabl

hree days ago, Bla

, genuine confusion cr

m. It was Ariana, projecting via the Mind-Link so loudly that ev

allery! They threw

eplaced by instant, conditioned panic. Fire was th

," he b

rd. "We need to talk about the baby.

s shoulder clipped my injured arm. I gasped, stumbling

ted down

d opened the digital

sation about his dead c

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see it. I had to see the ch

ntrance. It wasn't a Rogue attack. I could smell the accelerant-commercial gas

re. He rushed i

he emerged. He was carrying Ariana bridal style. She was coughi

red," she wailed, buryin

eam of the gallery entrance-

ut!" I

falling. He saw me standing in it

a speed to shield Ariana, tu

rashed down. It mi

the gutter. The embers seared through my jeans, burning into the

ard I tasted blood t

ulder. He saw me lying in

rol

in his arms, though her breat

t the woman in his arms. H

minutes," he said to me, h

e unharmed mistress to the ambulance,

hone out with

fire for her. He

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