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ROB
Growing up, having a wolf inside me had never been an issue. It was like having a weird friend always with you, whether it was to get you in trouble or to pull you from it. For me and Boyd and Colton, even Clint, too, it had been both. We’d also helped each other along with the good and the bad. Then we’d learned how to shift, to let our wolves out. To run.
Then our wolves had started to prod us toward finding our mate, letting it be known as a sadness, a frustration, a need. I knew how that felt. I probably had the crankiest wolf out of the four of us. Clint was now in second place. As for Boyd and Colton, they’d found their mates, and their wolves were calm. Happy. Settled. Hell, sated.
I tested the water in the shower, then stepped under the spray. I was sated. What guy would
