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... adly I had to curl them into fists just to keep control.
My wolf, Xerxes, was clawing inside me, screaming to tear the throat out of the man who had just touched what belonged to us. But I couldn’t.
So I turned my glare toward Father Lennox and Father Levi. "This is your fault," I spat in a tone I’d never dared use with them before. "You sent her out there. You practically handed her to him."
They didn’t even blink. They ignored our anger and, without a word, turned and ...
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