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Seventeen
The blinds shielding the windows of Frances's office didn't do much to block out the afternoon sun shining through, creating yellow lines on the wall behind me. Tate sat next to me in the red cushioned chair, gripping my hand in his. Aura was beginning to appreciate his touch, slowly forgiving him for his sin, but I couldn't yet. My hand in his only added gasoline to the fire, more strength to the bond that kept pulling the other end of the rope. Frances stood in the left corner of the room, humming to herself as she combed through files and files to find the one on the Black Moon. I shifted in my seat, trying to rid my body of the sparks shooting through it from our hands entwined.
My palm fit so perfectly in his. It made me nervous to think that I was liking this so much. I was giving in and he knew it; the satisfied smirk that tugged at his lips gave him away with ease.
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I wiped the wetness from under my eyes and cleared my throat. "Come in," I told Tate. I knew this will be the day that the bond finally succeeds and pulls me into the mud while standing triumphantly, preparing to surrender me to my mate. I'm still wary, Aura whispered, her tone suggestive, betraying her words as I knew her body felt indifferent than her mind. She wants our mate and I believe that I finally do as well. His scrambling feet barged into my room, his blue eyes boring into mine as he hastily zipped over to me. His large hands enveloped me into his embrace, his face burying itself into my neck to sniff furiously in order to calm himself and his wolf. I sighed in content as I breathed in his intoxicating scent as well. I could feel my wounds mending faster from his touch. For once the thoughts of his affair, his poor leadersh
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Channing you need to go! Go to the pack house now! I'll meet you there, Tate ordered me. I listened and turned to run away from the creek that I had met Kai at. Since I came out here to fight, I had taken so many lives to protect my pack, but now I have a sinking feeling of despair and I know something is wrong. Tate feels it. He feels the same emptiness I do right now. I can't find my pack members in any link. I don't have the pack connections, but with my abilities as a Warrior I can communicate with them all— only now I can't. I can't find Ryan or Jacob, no one. My four legs pushed me through the brush of the forest and as I was running I looked for the bodies of my kills; to have the sadistic proud feeling to wash over me, but I couldn't find them. I recognized the big willow tree that I intensely remember fighting a rogue she wolf under. I have the bloody gashes to prove it was rea
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