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“I know what it looks like but I think I did a pretty decent job, all things considered.”

“Look I really don t need a babysitter.” She protested at the fact that she was stuck with him, it was annoying the wolf that every time she would try to give him the slip he seemed to always find her again. 

The wolf rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Look give me an hour just to be by myself…”

"Do you think I want to babysit you?"

Was his dry reaction as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Guess again.. But you've made a deal with me. Give me your end of the bargain and you won't EVER have to see me again."

He said, putting great emphasis on the word ever.

"I am stronger than you"

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𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Kekipi growled, watching the other alpha before her, watching his every move. When he got up closer to her, she let out a snarl, warning him to keep back. “What do you want?” She hissed, standing her ground as she stared at Elijah.

She had been passing through the area, not realizing or really caring that she was going through a pack’s territory. She didn’t plan on staying around nor run into any of the pack members, especially their alpha.

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Dream work was never something Alycia was good at.

Dreams were always confusing and mysterious. 

And now, they kept getting weirder.

Crowds. She kept seeing crowds of people, walking in front of her and to their destination. Every night had different locations: cities, tourist places, and so forth. She hated it. These dreams kept feeling...invaded somehow, forcing the purity of relaxation in her sleep to be corrupted. Not only that, but it was loud with voices of every pitch in high volume speaking to one another. She felt stressed and annoyed.

She tried to focus. Focus on anything. Anything that could make the chaos fade. All the people seemed to be distracted and almost blurry, causing the focus to be distorted. She was beginning to get a headache from it. That was the other weird thing, a headache within a dream..?

Finally she locked on to someone, and everything seemed to go quiet. Blurred figures began to vanish from the corner of her eye and voices turned down their volume until only silence remained. 

The figure she looked at had been slightly clearer than everyone else. She took a step closer, finding the crowd in front of her had either disappeared or made a gap for her to walk through. She continued her unsure movement, until she had made it past the crowd. She felt pulled ever so gently, wanting to reach out and touch the figure’s face, but held back and instead only looked with curiosity as the figure cleared further and was the only one remaining.

Celeste had only just stepped out of the shower and opened the door to her room to see him standing there, locks on all of her drawers and closets. Five months pregnant and the last thing that she wanted was to look at her body-- even less now that she was in a room that a lot of people walked past. Everyone would see her like this, “Uh-- please? Please I need clothes.”

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Smoke filled his lungs as the wolf takes a drag of a cigar, cracking the tension out of his neck upon blowing a few rings of silvery vapor from his mouth. He then raised the long neck bottle of beer to his lips and took a long swig, momentarily closing his eyes as the cold liquid washed down his throat. He was shirtless and drenched in sweat, with just a tinge of blood staining his tanned skin - it wasn’t his blood, though.

He was waiting for his next turn, watching rather boringly at the slew of fighters that stepped into the middle of circled ring, a vast number of on lookers and fighters in waiting like him surrounding the opponents, shouting at the top of their lungs like brash animals. Isaac preferred the more quieter area of the underground arena where he could relax in preparation for the next fight.

“What the hell? What d’ya think your doing, little girl?”

A dark eye popped open, the gruff words of a man he knew to be named “Tank” catching the wolf’s attention. He caught the sight of a woman, he’d guess around early twenties age or maybe younger, standing in the middle of the circled ring. The expression on her face was unmistakable to Isaac - she looked like she was ready to fight. 

Interesting.

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Whether it was a celebration of just an excuse to get out of her condo, Eva found comfort in the hustle and bustle of the midnight city. Even if it was in a cold and unseasoned city as Seattle, alternative rock music and indie folk blaring from hipster bar to hipster club, it was better than nothing. She had missed the vibrancy, the excitement, the colors of Miami nights, the scents and the people all flowing with their own night desires and the urge to reach the climax of the evening before rolling into the next day. And they say that Vegas is the city that never sleeps.

Nevertheless, Eva stalked the club streets, heading to one in particular that had opened the night before, great reviews and even better pictures to showcase the club. It reminded her of New York, which would be a huge upgrade to the rest of low class joints she had the audacity to step into. She breezed past the line that was almost more than three blocks long and sauntered to the front door, her skin tight golden dress accentuating each curve and strut of her long, heeled legs.