39. Wolves don’t eat each other... but they have no problem beating the hell out of each other

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Cahl froze briefly, astonished, and then quickly put on his favourite expression worthy of a fortified castle wall: that is to say impenetrable. “I see you overheard my phone conversation,” he said smoothly while pressing his naked body against mine. I immediately tried to pull myself away from him, but he held me firmly by wrapping his arms around me. “I hesitate between believing that you knew I overheard, or that you're sincerely amazed at the marked increase in the quality of my hearing.” I felt his laughter more than I heard it. “Do you have a theory about Mallok?” he inquired as his legs sought to intertwine with mine. I shook my head; movements that made me squeal a long canine complaint. Breathing quickly, eyes bulging, I stared at Cahl’s face with burning retinas. “This unk

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