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“Less than one percent.” Wolf shifters were meant to be born, not created. A car similar to the vampire’s caught my eye in the parking lot of an Embassy Suites across the road. “Pull over there.” Egan’s tires squealed as he slammed on the brakes. A horn blared behind us when Egan cut through oncoming traffic. Lights hit my eyes as a car barreled right toward us. It swerved, trying to slow down. Our car lurched forward at the last moment, narrowly avoiding a collision. When we pulled into the driveway, I sagged with relief against the door. “Dude, you almost killed us.” Katherine smacked his headrest hard. “What the hell?” “She told me to turn,” he said tightly and pulled into the parking spot behind the vampire’s car, “so I turned.” “That’s her.” Roxy scrolled through her phone and
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