Shadow flipped his waist length hair over his shoulder. “Rose, have you met Sky yet? Rose, this is Sky, Shadow’s brother. Glory waited for Sky to hand over the rolled-up bandage, but he was staring open-mouthed at Rose, inhaling deeply, bandage forgotten in one hand.
For God’s sake, werewolves? She wanted her own bed. She was stuck here, in this crazy world with werewolves. She hated crying, especially in front of strangers. What exactly do you mean by wolves within you? Is it symbolic?”Ĥ. She was still in the all-arms and gawky-legs stage of being a teenager. Glory looked up and saw one of the plane-crash survivors politely raising a hand like a kid in school. Glory hated camping even more than she hated clothes shopping. As she spooned warm stew into her mouth she looked around his tent. Shadow took the bowl of stew and shooed the kid off. Good thing, too, thought Glory, because the kid was back, all big curious eyes and long black braids. “Why is your hair pink?” he asked, fascinated.Ģ. Her face was a soft oval with startlingly pale blue eyes and a soft, plump mouth that he wanted to taste again. No, his mate was tall and strong, with soft lush curves that he wanted to explore in great and loving detail. At last, his wolf had chosen a mate for him. Shadow watched the woman riding beside him with wonder.
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