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Chapter Twenty
Byron The moment our mate shifted for the first time into her wolf form, Wyatt and I knew that she was no ordinary woman. This was not the wolf of a slave girl or even an omega. She was absolutely magnificent. When she staggered to her feet, she was big, strong and powerful, nearly as large as Wyatt and I in our wolf forms. Her fur was the thing of a furrier’s dreams. Thick, luxurious black hairs, mixed with red, giving her the appearance of a live ember. A red mask fanned out around her eyes, making her look even more mysterious. Her lovely eyes, the same soft brown as her human form, now looked around at her surroundings, confused. I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch her, I had to run my hands down her back and feel the softness of her fur beneath my fingers. “My dear, you
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