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“I'll be fine,” I promised, pushing off his paw and pulling off the shirt I'd worn to bed. I put my arms in my bra and did that, then pulled my pink thermal shirt over the top. “That wolf is unlikely to attack the site in broad daylight, especially now that he knows you're around. And I promise I won't go anywhere else without you. I know you won't be far from me if I need you.Josh looked at me for a few moments, then slowly shook his head.- Good boy. I scratched behind his ears. Josh stood up and swayed his body down. I admired the toned muscles in his legs, the beautiful shape of his jaw, the powerful slope of his back. Even in wolf form, he was an impressive creature.I opened the flap and a blast of cold air hit my face. Josh left, his beautiful tail flying behind him. I watched as he bolted towards the bushes.“Josh? I poked my head into the frigid air. He turned his head, those big green eyes swimming in my vision. - Be careful.Josh nodded and walked away, his tail disappeari
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This thing was getting too dangerous. My father had told me that there were other packs who wanted the caves and paintings to remain hidden. The alpha of Bleddyn's pack wanted to marry my grandmother, but she chose my grandfather. If they knew the caves had been discovered, and my grandmother's paintings brought to light, they might come here to claim the territory they thought was rightfully theirs.And then there would be the wolves who wanted to act on behalf of shifters everywhere in order to keep the true origin of the paintings a secret. It wouldn't take long for an archaeologist or a reporter to uncover the local legends about the caves, and then stories of werewolves would appear in every tabloid across the country. There were packs that would kill everyone involved to stop that from happening.Dad, I wish you were here. I fell under a tree, feeling defeated. I licked my skin, cleaning off some of the mud that had dried there . I don't know what to do about all this. Now it's
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PietraFFrances had completely abandoned work on the Neolithic cave. I was almost relieved. The thought of going back to cataloging fox bones and stone chips after everything that had happened filled me with dread. Instead, she and Ruth spent most of the day in the caves, delicate brushes in hand, cleaning dirt and dust from the paintings, ready for the university's professional photographer, who would arrive tomorrow. The cave was narrow and couldn't accommodate more than two people at a time, or so Ruth had happily explained when she'd ordered me to stay behind at camp.Fine by me. Rain clouds rolled over the forest, sending enough water to restart a biblical flood. Instead of walking through the cold caves, I sat in the trailer, wrapped in a wool shirt, scarf, and gloves, reading Heinlein while sipping my third hot tea of the day.It was my job to talk to the Daily Post reporters, who would arrive later that morning. Meanwhile, I was enjoying one of the rare downtimes on the site.
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JoshDreams assaulted me in technicolor, the frantic images of past hunts, of running with my father from rangers and hunters, of hiding in caves and hollow trees. Always in movement,always running from something, my father's face always closed and sad.Beep-beep.Something shrill woke me from my dreams. I shook myself awake, looking around for the source of the noise. Pietra's cell phone. I tapped my muzzle in a vain attempt to shut him up. One of the downsides of being stuck in my wolf form… no opposable thumbs.“Urrrgh. Pietra rolled over, throwing one arm out and hanging up the phone without opening her eyes. I felt a flash of shame at myself. I fell asleep. I was supposed to be guarding Pietra, but I was so exhausted from the night before and all the running…but Pietra was fine. She was still alive. That was all that mattered. I swore never to let my guard down again.Pietra stroked my cheek.“Hey Josh.His voice sounded hoarse with sleep. The eyes fluttered open, the long lashe
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Pietra“ Pietra—” Josh tapped on my car window. I knew he'd followed me back to the Mini, but I was too upset to turn around and look at him. Annoyed with him, yes, but also irritated with myself. I couldn't believe how I acted earlier, falling into Josh's arms as soon as he touched me. I shouldn't do this. I was supposed to yell at him until he understood that he couldn't treat me like his property. But one look into his green eyes and I melted like ice cream in the Brighton sun.Embarrassed, I looked down at my jeans and turned the key again.The damn car picked a good time not to start.“Pietra! Josh snarled. “Open this door so we can talk.- Not now. “I kept my head down. I didn't want him to see how red my face was. “Take Caleb back to camp."And just parade it around in front of everyone?" What do I say to Frances?“Tell her he's her long-lost werewolf cousin who tried to kill her last night and wants me to fuck him, even though I've never seen him. I don't know Josh. Do somethi
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- No. I walked away, my head over my shoulder. I pulled hard on the steering wheel. Josh backed away as the Mini bounced across the rutted road, dangerously approaching the wide ditch. At the last second, he straightened and I stumbled towards Crookshollow, Josh's abandoned face haunting me in the rearview mirror.Fuck him with his caveman attitude . I couldn't believe the way they were acting, fighting over me like I was the last piece of steak on the barbecue. I thought the best way to solve their problem was to have them work together to protect the family legacy. Besides, it would be good to distance herself from Josh now that he was human again. My body still throbbed with desire for him. I wanted nothing more than to walk around the car and go back to him, begging him to take me hard over the hood. But then I was just telling him that acting this way was completely normal, and it wasn't.I was just starting to gain control of my life after Dad and Ben. I wouldn't let anyone take
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Derek chuckled and went into the kitchen. I heard the kettle start to boil and the clink of wineglasses.I stretched out on the couch and kicked off my shoes, like I always did when visiting Derek's cramped apartment. Living with three other guys, no one would ever notice the smell of my thick wool socks.“I was just wondering if you could help me with some research."Absolutely," Derek replied. "Is it about the cave paintings?" - How do you know that?“They're all over the news. It's quite an exciting discovery. I bet Ruth must be thrilled.“Ruth?“You know, being the first person to discover the paintings. Derek cleared a space on the table and set down a steaming cup of tea and a brimming glass of wine. “I bet she gets her name in all kinds of archeology textbooks now."I'm the one who found them!" I yelled, banging my head on Derek's couch in frustration. Derek chuckled and pushed his wine glass towards me."I can see you need this more than you need the tea." Not that you're bitt
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Article by Misty SharpePietra Sinclair, 22, the girlfriend of climber Ben Brownstone, who died horribly when he fell off a cliff in Crookshollow Forest five months ago, wasted no time in getting back into the carefree lifestyle. We interview Sinclair at a remote site in the same forest, where she is working with a crew on a dangerous cave treasure hunting expedition. When asked if the caves were dangerous, Sinclair exclaimed excitedly that there were slipping and falling hazards and lamented that a local park ranger was making them follow safety guidelines.Adrenaline junkie Sinclair took us to see the newly discovered cave paintings, despite neither this reporter nor her photographer wearing proper shoes. She dismissed our concerns about the safety of the caves, saying she wouldn't let something like her boyfriend's death stop her from living her life. She then asked us not to print that specific statement…No. My throat closed up. This can not be happening.I scanned the rest of th
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The group was in the limousine again, in the same positions as before. Evans wasn't there, having returned to his apartment first, in one of the cars he kept in New York. All you had to do was make a phone call to have a vehicle at your disposal.Lora was quiet, thinking about what those people were assuming about her and Evans.- "No need to feel guilty, Lora" Will looked at the redhead with empathy in his eyes.- "Of course she needs to feel guilty. Evans never loses control" Mariah argued.Lora thought about ignoring the comment, just as she was ignoring everything else. The way Mariah carried herself was unnecessary for her. It was just like Lana, except for some approach privileges.- "You'd love to have the same power over him, sweetie" Mack muttered, knowing closely the feelings his sister had for Banks.- "Look at me, Mack. Do you really think I have no power over Evans?" the words were addressed to her brother, but Mariah was looking at Lora.Mariah Donovan was a model known
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- "Don't even try to escape, Banks. We're going to a club when the parade is over, whether you're accompanied or not"Will was sociable. He liked to go out, enjoy his life and push the limits whenever he could. He was easy and accessible to everyone, always smiling and showing his best side. On the other hand, his friend did not have any of the aforementioned characteristics.They were several feet away from the walkway, for two reasons. Evans didn't want to find Lora, having decided she was a part of the past. And then he didn't like crowds. Not that people were stupid enough to treat Evans Donovan like part of the crowd.Will thought for a moment about asking about Lora. But if she'd learned anything about Evans, and she certainly had, it was that he wasn't the type to call the next day. And if the redhead wasn't his companion anymore, that meant he'd won the trophy and crossed the finish line without ever having to look back.- "See, Mack is here" Will tilted the glass of whiskey h
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( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drunkard's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere Bu
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While her father and friend had a pleasant conversation at the table, Lora kept her attention on the table by the windows. She wanted to, but couldn't help but look at that man. He was handsome in an intense way, the kind that made people uncomfortable around him. The blonde who accompanied him was also pretty, but next to him, she'd only served as a background.- "Why is Mr. Donovan here?" Drake asked at some point in the conversation.- "He has business in all branches, maybe that's why. Or maybe he's just Miss Donovan's escort"Lora knew the second option was unfeasible. Evans wasn't the type to accompany someone. He needed, necessarily, to be the number one person. However, she did not want to discuss this issue.Lora looked at Evans, wishing she could go back in time, but content with the sight of him taking a sip from her bubbly glass. He didn't seem involved in the conversation around him, though everyone was clearly intent on capturing his attention.- "Is he always at these e
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- "Please tell me it wasn't a disaster!" Drake asked, leaning closer to Lora as they walked.- "You were great" she assured, speaking low so as not to capture the attention of the people around her.They were entering the building's restaurant, where all of the evening's guests would enjoy a delightful dinner. Lora, Jean and Drake walked through the large room until they reached the table with their names titled.- "Let's greet Mr. Banks" Jean communicated as she walked towards the table where Evans was seated, along with his companion and a couple of acquaintances.The issue behind the way everyone idolized Evans was a curious one. Lora didn't understand why he was so applauded. Maybe for the money, or power, but she wasn't sure. The only thing he knew was that the world served as a rug for the Banks name.As they approached the round table, Evans could see the redhead. She walked elegantly in the red dress, but she looked uncomfortable outside of her surroundings.Evans was seated ne
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( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But i
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Evans and Lana walked slowly to the Lamborghini in the parking lot while talking about private business. Lora was away, giving them both privacy. She still felt her body warm from Evans' hands, which, at that moment, were gripping her bra.- "So I need to make reservations for Sunday?" Lana asked.She, alongside her boss, seemed like the perfect escort. Not that she didn't want such a post, but she couldn't wish for what she wouldn't have.Evans walked to the passenger door and opened it so Lora could get into the car, completely oblivious to the matter. And also completely oblivious to the fact that the man was trying to keep his distance from her only because his proximity was intoxicating, addictive, alarming.- "Yes, probably" he replied as he walked to the other side of the car.Lora wasn't exactly comfortable with the closeness and intimacy between Evans and Lana, but she didn't have the right to protest about something that didn't concern her.- "I'll call you later" Lana commu
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At first, the car made a slow turn. The speed did not reach one hundred kilometers per hour. The pilot was just getting to know the power of the engine, letting his experience take care of the moment.On the second lap, his foot weighed on the pedal. Every second the sports car got faster, finishing the curves in record time. Evans was focused but also relaxed. That was the only time he could turn off all his senses and worry only about crossing the finish line.When he passed the pit stop, the booming and powerful noise was even more explicit. Steady, steady accelerating made the tires resonate with friction on the asphalt.Fascinated by Evans' headstrong way of driving, Lora couldn't contain the urge to get up. The woman was too agitated to watch from afar. And as she walked forward, she heard the taps of Lana's heels. The blonde was leaving the racetrack pavilion and entering the safe side of the track.- "Lora" she called. The sound was muffled by the car's engine growling in acce
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- "Tell me more about Costa Rica" Drake asked, staring into Daliah's brown eyes.- "That underdeveloped country? Not really. We're in Vegas, honey. Let's talk about this paradise" she replied seriously, but made Drake laugh.- "My God, she's amazing" he said, looking at Lora with an expression of contentment.- "Well, I'm curious about your relationship. You live together, look at each other with affection and show incredible intimacy and chemistry. How can you just be friends?" Daliah was surprised at how close the friends were.- "Lora is all I have, and I love her like a sister. I'm a nice guy, I know that, and we would be the couple of the century. But I see something in her that goes beyond attraction and romance. We are family" Drake murmured her words of affection as she looked at the horizon stretching out the window, inspiring her thoughts on moments she lived with the redhead by her side.- "There's no attraction. So you're gay?" Daliah frowned her perfectly plucked brows.-
