MALLERY’S POV
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“A demon wolf?” I scoff. It sounds unbelievable, like there couldn’t be something like it. How does he even know what it is? How did he find the book? Why did he keep it from me? “It’s not as bad as it sounds, Mal.” He sighs, smiling as if it doesn’t matter. “So when people ask me what I am, I just have to shrug and say ‘a demon wolf, but don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it sounds’.” My hands have their own mind, flying around as I speak. Jace rolls his eyes, making me feel stupid. “I don’t care what they think, you are my mate.” He bellows, “Mine,” he grits out, inching closer. I stare up at him with wide eyes as my hands squeeze each other. “You don’t have to care what other’s think about you,” he shakes his head, lowering to his haunches in front of me. He’s trying to m
