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If only Dixie knows what she does to me every time she looks at me like that. That’s the frustrating part! I feel the attraction from the bond more than she ever will. I have to mask it all every single time so she won’t see me as a freak. I’d rather be called a 'bully' than a 'freak' any day.
“Seriously, I don’t get you. What’s the catch? If I remember correctly, you’re so against me having some freedom,” Dixie says, switching on her bitchy attitude.
“You act like I choose to be around you,” I blurt out. “You have what my pack needs, and I know you have a knack for attracting trouble. That’s why I have to make sure you’re protected all the time. If I let you go to your grandma’s place by yourself, I give you five minutes before you land in some big shit.”
“I’m an adult,” she
