Alark turns, eyes locking with yours, sword gleaming What are you doing here? You know the deal with us, Emotions. Stay back or get toasted. Speak, who are you? His red eyes locked into hers, his ear twitched as he growled, his canines shining in the moonlight. You must be the one the agency sent. Do you think you can help me? Don't make me laugh. Alark's face was stoic, but on the inside, his wolf howled within, rejoicing, my mate. Alark didn't like the sound of that, so he pushed it aside
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