Glass
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A piece of glass fell, striking the ground with an irritating noise that pierced the air. A stench filled the air, a horrid stench. Liquid dropped to the ground in bubbling sounds that echoed throughout the forest. It was a crimson color, but yet, unusually it had a tint of blue in it. Why? Because this drop of blood had come from a unique wolf. Kita Grey. Alpha of Chemical Sheets pack, yes, she. This female ruled on her own, in a gentle, but very well handled way. But this female was stubborn. Stubborn as hell. And strong, stronger than most males. She'd been challenged by many, but she had a great advantage. She could control the weather. Any time, any day. But on certain days, it was very hard to control. Especially on this particular day. When she met Rogue Daren. The most inconsiderate shameful beast of them all.
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If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016

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