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As soon as I opened my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake. Like a bucket of cold water her pretty lips tightened in hesitation. I cursed my wolf, I’d scratched the itch, so to speak so why was I trying to take more? I should have just played it cool and assumed our paths could come together again for a repeat encounter.
So I’d bailed, and now my paws pounded through across the town square. A sickening sense of déjà vu accompanied me as I weaved through houses, heading to the forest. I was a lot faster on four paws compared to eight-year-old legs.
My wolf howled at her coldness. What did Selene find so wrong with me? Was it the casino, the playboy thing? She hides away from finding a mate, not a problem. I don't want one either. This is what you get for almost letting your
