Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf

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rd, forming a loose circle around Caleb and Cora. Their eyes were glued to

ainst Caleb. She had never felt so exposed, s

wasn't human; it was the sound of a wolf asserting dominance. The sound wave hit

er waist and lifted her smoothly off his shoulder, setting her down on her feet in front of him. Before she

the sudden silence. He stared down the crowd, his

isplay of power and the sheer size of the

ough the crowd. The Trading Officer. His ey

cer breathed, practically drooling. "The pelt

Caleb sai

startled. "You want t

t. The best

iger. A Fourth-Tier beast for some food? It was a stea

he value. He only cared that Cora sa

the crude knife sheathed there-and he drew the blade. He carved a thick slab of meat from the tiger's hindquarter, the knife slicing through sinew with practiced ease. Only then did he jerk his chin at the waiting male

at Cora. "Where did you find a female with such

ng the man's view entirely. Hi

the message an

wd parted again. A

d feathers that left little to the imagination. Her hair was elaborately

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mountain tribe, and she wielded that power like a weapon. But today, no one was lookin

She marched right up to Caleb, puffing out he

ook the heavy sack of fruit from a re

ldn't stand being ignored, espe

a. "She's so skinny. A strong wind would blow her away. She'd n

racted by the trade, looked at Cora with renewed doubt. In t

aw clenching. She wanted to snap back, b

He turned his head slowly, his icy gaze

single word was lace

retreat. She looked behind her at her primary mate,

red with anger. "You dare speak

wild, powerful swing

ven step back. He simply twisted his upp

knee upward. It connected with Flint's sol

. He spat out a mouthful of saliva a

of the strongest warriors in the tribe, and he had b

ng of color. She looked up at Caleb, the seduct