Fate Was Wrong
Dane
Look at you. No wolf, no shift, no use in a fight.
A broken bitch who smells like diesel. You think the pack wants that?
Spit hit my cheek when he said it. The marks from his grip were already turning red.
End of Chapter 3
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveLook at you. No wolf, no shift, no use in a fight.
A broken bitch who smells like diesel. You think the pack wants that?
Spit hit my cheek when he said it. The marks from his grip were already turning red.
End of Chapter 3
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