TASTE OF VICTORY

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RYLAN'S POV Shirley kissed me goodbye on my cheeks, a mischievous gleam colouring her eyes. “I sure had a swell time cuz. And I'm sure someone else did to.” My heart slowed, the temperature capable of freezing lava. My wolf on the other hand was equal parts pissed, and elated. Pissed that I denied him more time with his mate. Amara stood by Shirley's car, her facial expression both flustered from the contact we had earlier at the ice rink, anger from only God knows what. When our gaze turned four, she rolled her eyes and turned her face sideways. The slow thump of my heart, tripled at the perfection of her profile. High cheekbones, well defined pointy nose, and her bare neck…her bare neck, yearning to be brandished by my fangs. “I have to go now. We have a charity event, you comi

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