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Soon, I get a feeling of cold, uneasiness. I look in my backpack and find my Swiss Army knife; so I'm prepared if the warning of that message comes true. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up; I feel a deeper chill settle in and hear a wolf howl not far away. My muscles tense up, getting ready for anything. 'Oh, Grey, where are you when I need you!'
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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