"I was doing fine on my own, and there wasn't much I lacked, but you've stolen my air catcher and I don't know if I want it back."
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"So where's the war?"
We are walking to school, mom heading in the opposite direction to catch the bus to her workplace. Kyle turns to me with a confused frown that somehow makes him all the more handsome.
"What war?"
"You're the Alpha werewolf, I'm your newly found mate, according to the werewolf genre there should be a war coming due to some prophecy."
He just smiles down at me, the way he would smile at a small child and I can't help but feel a little offended. I'm not that short, or immature.
"You've been reading werewolf books?"
His tone is amused, and I flush, looking the other way.
"I need to know what I'm getting myself into."
I almost stu
