  &quot;What was that about?&quot; I asked Maria after I made my way over to her.
      She quickly wiped away her tears, as if I hadn't already noticed them.
      &quot;Oh, um, I was talking to Marco and Doc. Y'know, to see how the blood scavenging is going,&quot; she nodded quickly, her voice wavering.
      ***Maria's POV***
      &quot;But why were you crying?&quot; He frowned.
      I looked up at him incredulously, tears threatening to spill again, &quot;Why do you think, Wolfie?&quot;
      He looked down, even a little crestfallen.
      My own mate doesn't want to call off his infiltration of my house.
      . . . And now he's forcing me to do something about it.
      I ducked my head down and pushed passed him.
      I sulked over to the bar and plopped onto a stool.
      Thank the goddess he didn't follow me.
      I looked around, feeling uneasy. Probably from his eyes on 

  We're on our way through the hot and muggy Forrest after finding the last known whereabouts of the hybrids from the computer drive.
      Things were going slowly, a.k.a, we're all bored out of our minds waiting for something to happen.
      Anything.
      Anything other than my calf hurting like a mother trucker.
      Wolfie got a call.
      Well I guess that's something.
      &quot;Hello?&quot; He spoke into the phone.
      The person on the other side spoke. He narrowed his eyes at me before he said, &quot;Yeah, she's with me, why?&quot;
      ~~Destiny's POV~~
      &quot;Oh ummmm,&quot; I looked to Doc and Trainer Marco for help, &quot;I need to talk to her because. . .&quot;
      They were no help and just motioned for me to hurry up and come up with something.
      I tried to hide my small pout. I'm not good at lying.
      &quot;Um, vampire stuff,&quot; I said lamely.
 

  Wolfie looked at me with golden fire in his eyes, and I immediately got defensive.
      &quot;Oh! Don't you give me that look! You — !&quot;
      I had a whole rant ready about how he had no right to drag me anywhere, how he wasn't allowed to be mad, and how much I absolutely despise him.
      . . . Then it all puffed out of existence when his lips slammed onto mine.
      They came down on me hard and fast and vengeful.
      My mind went so crazy it was silent.
      Then all my senses came back with a resounding NO.
      But I couldn't stop my hands from gripping the back of his head and forcing him impossibly closer if I tried.
      Crap, he's going crazy and it's driving me crazy.
      His and his wolf's scents are mingling and heating up my usually cold blooded self.
      Speaking of his wolf, a.k.a Malaki, he's on the verge of breaking out.
      Wolfie's entire being is 

&quot;What was that about?&quot; I asked Maria after I made my way over to her.
      She quickly wiped away her tears, as if I hadn't already noticed them.
      &quot;Oh, um, I was talking to Marco and Doc. Y'know, to see how the blood scavenging is going,&quot; she nodded quickly, her voice wavering.
      ***Maria's POV***
      &quot;But why were you crying?&quot; He frowned.
      I looked up at him incredulously, tears threatening to spill again, &quot;Why do you think, Wolfie?&quot;
      He looked down, even a little crestfallen.
      My own mate doesn't want to call off his infiltration of my house.
      . . . And now he's forcing me to do something about it.
      I ducked my head down and pushed passed him.
      I sulked over to the bar and plopped onto a stool.
      Thank the goddess he didn't follow me.
      I looked around, feeling uneasy. Probably from his eyes on me.
      I sighed. I don't even know where everyone else is.
      &quot;I wish this ni

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