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               So apparently it was National Kissing Day. CJ had let him know with a wink and yet Matt was pretty sure that she hadn´t indicated that he should kiss HER. Things had been a little…STRANGE lately and he had mostly been avoiding the whole subject.

                 Because.

             Well. Because he didn´t know how to DEAL with it all. Usually he went head first about things, but that had never really gotten him anywhere ( Mitch had taught him that even if he didn´t like to ADMIT it ) so he had avoided the whole thing.

             Or well. The whole PERSON. Only avoiding half of him wouldn´t have made much sense either and…alright. He was losing focus. Maybe today HEAD FIRST was what Matt needed to get this whole thing out of his system. Which was why he was approaching his friend very fast, ( if he wouldn´t he´d just TURN AROUND again and leave ) almost stumbling over his own words.

Smug. Bold. It was all enough to taunt at the fires that had been coursing through the vigilante—blame the feral rage, or just plain rage for being accursed, but with a snarl, Bruce lunged at the other wolf with his new claws bared and ready to find their home into flesh and muscle. Enough games. If Bruce wouldn’t be able to find his answers in questions, he’d just have to force it out of him once he claims him into subjugation.

It had been raining for hours. The ground sucked at their sneakers and tripped Ethan more than once, his hands flying out to grab Aiden only to succeed in dragging his twin down with him. By the time they took shelter under the overhang of a bridge, they were drenched, hands shaking as they wrung water from their clothes. The crunch of a twig breaking could barely be heard over the pounding rain, but Ethan heard. His head whipped around with a snarl on his lips and eyes glowing gold.

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If it wasn’t for those eyes; all too familiar with how it gleamed with the fire that Alcide had always had within him, Kai wouldn’t know that he is the same person that he had known when they were teens. To see him now, all man—massively built, muscles all over…just like how Kai had grown up to be. Time has passed, yet time seemed to have done Alcide well. That with a smile, the tiger kept his gaze onto the other as he took a swig of his beer--already down to his fifth. Or sixth. Whatever. The warmth was there, that’s for sure. 

Funny how he was the were-runt that Cid’s pack managed to tolerate, Alcide was a man groomed for glory. And certainly, there they were. Already men. That even with a mere breath, Kai could fucking smell how the air was thick with testosterone--well, that and the damn beer. Not juice. Not water. Not even a damn apple cider. He was drinking beer with an old friend. “So…” Kai began, the thick slabs of his chest bouncing with the rhythm of his chuckle. “…Alpha huh…” there was a playful mocking in it before he punctuated his words with another swig--and unwittingly, other helping of the drug that they didn’t know was slipped into their drinks.

“No offense, but have you ever built a house? Or have you ever grabbed a tool?” He asked tilting his eyebrow quizzically. The boy looked like the kind of person who spent most of his time on video games and in the mall.

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He pledged a frat. It was all just part of the college experience, right? As a pledge, he was at the bottom of the totem pole. He had to do whatever the brothers told him to do. Not that it was ever anything that terrible. He’d heard all the stories about hazing before and it could be a lot worse. Today, he was left the frat house. He was supposed to have it clean by the time the brothers came back after the wild party they had last night. A party that he only nominally got to participate in, but it was still a good bit of fun.