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Selena's POV
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A warrior grabbed the bartender by the throat, lifting him off his feet. "Where is he?" he growled, shaking the poor bastard like a goddamn ragdoll.
Glasses shattered behind the counter, the bartender a trembling mess, mumbling nonsense. “Useless.” The warrior shoved him back, sending him sprawling against the fractured wood.
The stranger's grip tightened on my hips. His lips softened against mine, a gentle pressure that fought with the chaos around us. My wolf howled in my head, torn between ripping his throat out and leaning into the heat.
Two warriors stalked past, knocking over stools. "Haha, smells like fear in here," one said, kicking the cowering bartender.
The stranger’s lips moved to my neck, teeth grazing skin. My heart roar
