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a tub deep enough to drown in. I stared at my reflection in the vast, gold-framed mirror. A stranger stared back-

nder the spray, a low sigh of pleasure escaping my lips. It had been years since I'd felt such a luxury. Since our pack

ecame visible. I traced it with my finger. A rogue had given me that woun

irst cross-pack Full Moon Run. I'd been struggling to keep up, my young wolf clumsy in her own

ighteen himself, had placed his powerful form between us, letting out a low, author

et over my shivering human shoulders. The moment his scent-that intoxicating mix of pine and frost-had envel

at me, the heir to a small, insignificant pack. I heard the snickers from the other high-born wolves. The chasm between us

towel so soft it felt like a cloud. In a small adjoining closet, a single garment hung waiting for me:

the bathroom into the bedroom. A massive king-sized bed dominated the space, the pristine white shee

, her pain a sharp echo of my own. We were about to give

betraying none of the heartbreak I felt. *And it's to end

ide looking clean and freshly washed. A new scent began to permeate t

slick with sweat. *It's just a deal. It's just

ple black t-shirt and dark lounge pants. The casual clothes did nothing to soften his

hed, his grey eyes darkening to the color of a stormy sea. The clean scent of my body, mixed with

nner wolf was roaring, demanding he claim me, possess

ping under his weight. He patted the space beside him, his

he tidal wave of eight years of secret love and longing. I walked toward him. Each step felt like I was walking

muscles rigid, my eyes fixed on my hands

g my face up. He leaned in, his own face just inches

disappo