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The Transition
Jo stroked her fingers along the mark she had left on Isaac and he shuddered beneath her touch as she admired the mark specific to them. The silhouette of two wolves touching noses, one much larger than the other and a protective pentagram shimmered on his collarbone like a beacon and she had never been more proud. The man she had been in love with since she was a teen was finally her's and no one could take him away. "So when does the rip your soul apart pain begin?" Isaac joked as he traced patterns along her spine with his fingertips. Jo forced a laugh as she basked in the electric tingles his touch radiated through her body and wondered the same thing. "I don't have a clue. I'm as clueless when it comes to this as you. I'm a newborn rogue don't you know?" Not a rogue, Frost's words ec
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