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Downtown was small and quaint, and loaded with pedestrians. Wyatt parked on the street behind Damon and they took in unfamiliar vibe of the town. Charlotte had changed during the ride, pulling her blue sweater on to counteract her messy hair. She'd packed three pairs of shoes but no brush. She'd been out of sorts, obviously.
After pulling her fingers through the long black tangles, she brushed at the dirt patches on her black leggings and they made their way to the craft fair.
Living with the pack, Charlotte had become accustomed, if not immune, to the many handsome males. Tall, dark, and handsome weren't even fair descriptions when it came to most lupine men. They were sexy, strong, massive specimens. The women walking in the streets were struck like deer in headlights upon seeing W
