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“Look you seem nice, but getting to know people isn’t exactly my strong suit.” She looked more than a little worse for wear, one of the white dresses they insisted she wore, spotted with blood from wounds that were now healed. The full moon had drained all the energy from the wolf and it had left her with more than just a little time to sit and brood about the upcoming auction. Obviously, they were going to make sure she couldn’t hurt any of their precious master vampires.
Granted they were older than dinosaurs, Malia still reckoned. One room, no compulsion and she would come out of that fight on top. “I’m sorry, it was just a long night.” One spent in a lot of pain, a trapped wolf was a pained wolf and practically clawed at her back to try find the tracker embedded there. And it was only going to get worse. Even if a vampire did buy her, or if she was left here. “How are you feeling about the auction?”
