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The man had dark skin. Long braids hung to his biceps, and hundreds of chains and gold trinkets dangled from them. The chains twinkled in the icy wind and blew around his waist. He also had bars of gold through his ears, and a gold nose ring decorated his wide nose. As far as I knew, shifters didn’t wear piercings, because the extreme temperatures would weld them to our skin. This absolute mammoth of a man looked fine.
New life motto: anyone who bullied me was getting shanked.
“Oh my sun god, relax, we get it. You have hot sex.”
Small bitches could still give off big-dick energy.
The secretive way Sadie hid her body, her ability to flip her emotions off, and her brutal fighting skills were all characteristics of a trained professional. Even her broken, raspy voice was a mystery.
Ughhh and its just her trauma response. They're gonna feel like real assholes when they see her scars for the first time. It better be Cobra and he better lose his everlovin mind
“Then I’d shoot the incapacitated beta through the heart and stomach. Carefully, I’d place the gun in the first beta’s hand. I’d take out all the weapons and place them in the betas’ hands to make it look like they’d killed one another and empty the cartridges to match the number of bullets sprayed.”
“Then I’d cover my hands with blood and track footsteps around each beta, so when the search party arrived, I’d have a plausible reason for my presence at the scene. I’d be administering CPR and crying. I’d tell them I did everything I could to save them, but when I found them, they were already dead.”