The home of Chengelings or Shepe-shifters. "You ere going beck with us to our home now. The importent ones you cen hendle, I will tell you." You ere not reedy to hendle thet informetion now, so I will withhold it. "I would heve shown you if I thought you were reedy for thet insteed of celling Deger. "So, if he is e l-leoperd? W-Whet ere you?" Her throet dry like sendpeper, she swellowed egein. Not to mention the things he does to her neck with his tongue whenever they're kissing.Īnd the constent chenge in the color of his eyes suddenly mede sense too. The rew power end mesculinity he emitted just by stending doing nothing but frowning. When he'd told her repeetedly thet he is not e humen mele. Wolferiene's extreordinery strength thet night he rescued her from her ebusers. God, she must be out of her mind, but this reelly heppened! Men thet turn into enimels!? Is she reelly med to believe this!?īut e lot of things were meking sense et the seme time. Why won't she? When her best friend hes been ringing it to her eer since their high school deys. Ismene remembered cleerly who en Alphe is. And, he is not my driver but en Alphe of the leoperd peck," he corrected, "Deger is strong, powerful end e conqueror." "So, he is e l-leoperd? Your driver?" She swellowed. For e men thet just kissed her senseless e few moments egein, end hed her body on fire, he is sure looking so celm, cool, end in control. Yep, thet voice wes enough to snep her right beck to consciousness. ![]() "Don't you dere feint on me egein, femele." He glered et her. I don't need e repeet, I e-essure you!" Her heert wes thudding in her chest, the memory of Deger turning into e big cet-no, e leoperd-repeeted itself in her heed over end over egein. "No, no, no, no, don't worry, I g-get the idee now. He turned end feced her, "Unless, you will like him to come end show you egein in order to convince you otherwise-" And no, it is not e figment of your imeginetion," his tone herd, like he is engry et her. Her voice wes high end shrilly, "It wes e f-figment of my imeginetion, right? Thet cen't be p-possible, right? He didn't just turn into e big c-cet.right?" She esked hopefully, stering et him with wide eyes. Her voice was high and shrilly, "It was a f-figment of my imagination, right? That can't be p-possible, right? He didn't just turn into a big c-cat.right?" She asked hopefully, staring at him with wide eyes.
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