POWER (2)
“Your mate?!” I scream at the top of my lungs, revealing myself to the room. Rheya’s head snapped to meet me. The wolf before me was gorgeous. She looked like Rheya, but older, of course. Yet, she looked refined, established, and graceful, even as a heap on the floor looking hysterical, she did so with a confidence I could never possess. “Darci, you’ve grown.” She sniffles, straightening up to meet my angry gaze. “Yes, my mate. I came home today and as I entered the main gate, my wolf pestered me non-stop to follow some extremely faded scent. Imagine my surprise when it led me to the dungeon, where I found an outraged Ezra beating my mate to a bloody pulp right in front of my face. You didn’t think Thallus managed to give him that black eye, did you?” She stated smugly. For the fi
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