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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬. Vampires in the same room as wolves, what a joke. If my family could have it their way, they would be ripping these abominations apart, savoring screams of terror that would erupt from their fringed lips as venom took over their senses. A sight to behold, that would be, but not one for today. They may have been saved by a true mate bond now, but one attack would mean certain, painful death. Quick, but never painless. Wolves don't show that kind of mercy, not to people who have hurt our own. The pack will always come first. Over everything and everyone.

Even with all of the tensions my mate seemed calm, almost serene as he sat down on the couch. We hadn't made any more conversation. I would rather not talk to the man who seemingly planned an attack on my family. Being mated to him felt like a betrayal in and of itself. Our bond... it wasn't meant to happen. A wolf and a vampire would tear each other apart before they learned to accept one another. Still, my Alpha said that I will be with him, so I will, but that doesn't mean I have to be nice and sweet about it. Damn my blind obedience to my father. I would rather die at this point. Just looking at his face made me want to tear my beautiful hair out.

Ridiculously tall, abnormally gorgeous, and tranquil, just what I didn't need in a mate. I'm no calm woman and I run around for fun. Shouldn't I have someone who can match my energy, understand the way I work? Mom and Dad always match each other in the ways they work. Even when Mom is calmer, she's still a ball of radiant energy needing to be tamed. Devi and Onno are just like me, just with one being far more submissive in nature. Onno would never go against the word of the Alpha, unlike Devi, who sometimes decides that rules are meant to be broken and changed for one specific situation. Rue and Reed are both calm, able to snuggle all day if they've finished their chores and pack work. This vampire is weird and not what I expected whatsoever. I couldn't help but judge everything about him, assessing the good and the bad. I had a right to if I was stuck with him.

Lord, and then there was my mortality. Wolves die together, going into whatever the beyond is with their mates. Our souls are bound together, as are our bodies. I won't age. I won't die like a normal wolf. This stupid man has rendered me an immortal wolf, not what I wanted. I want mortality, the ability to have normality. Whatever normal is. We aren't normal people. We don't fit in anywhere but with our own kind anyways.

A sharp click rang through the house as someone opened up the door. I shifted my stance, sniffing for whoever it could be. Father. His scent hinted at his power, but only when he stepped through the old rusted door did I feel the full impact of his title. It was an odd thing, being able to smell who's in charge or who's with who, but it helps keep things in order. Almost like a little wolf gift of our own, not that I would compare our perfectly heightened senses with those gifts vampires have. Disgusting. Awful comparison.

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