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I shook my head. “Having this much beauty and knowledge at your fingertips is beyond words.”
I glared. Pup was used in packs if the shifter was a child. Calling an adult a pup usually meant you thought they were small, pathetic, beneath you… an insult. Exactly how this motherfucker meant it.
I spat my words out between gritted teeth. “Remember how I told you it was my first shift? I can’t change on command yet. Rules of the Shadow Beast.” Should I really be reminding you of this, asshole? Energy slammed into me, locking my body in a vise, and as my spine arched, my wolf howled and tore her way out of my body.
The black shadow swelled to double its size and seemed to almost… jiggle. I was going to call that its laughing move because anything else was too terrifying to contemplate.
Inky shrank smaller but was definitely still jiggling. Smug bastard, just like Shadow.
“Lead the way!” I said with enthusiasm. Gaster blinked at me, those odd eyes capturing my attention as a sheen of green coated the black before it vanished. “Finally someone as excited as me to learn,” he said, and I wondered if that flash of green was his happiness shining through.
All the while with a smile on my face because fuck you, Shadow Beast. He wanted me to fear him, and he had no idea how close he was to that achievement, but he also must have wanted me to hate him. In that, he could count himself successful.
It legitimately took every single ounce of my self-control not to punch his chirpy mouth. Had I said I liked him earlier? What the fuck had I been thinking?
“You’re this bright, bubbly, annoying creature,” he drawled, “whom I can’t seem to kill, even when I want to. So ‘Sunshine’ stays, and if you have a problem with it, too fucking bad.”
In shifter talk, that time of the month could mean a full moon shift or I was about to shed the lining of my uterus. Either one worked if it got me out of dinner with Shadow.
With a final glance in the mirror, I smiled at my reflection. I seriously had to dress up more than once every twenty-plus years. Don’t get me wrong. Jeans, shirts, and mom buns were my jam, but there was something to be said about stepping into some glamour on occasion.
Five sets of eyes landed on me, and in a less confident body, one would have melted to the floor at the intense level of power and sex appeal in a small area. Demure wasn’t my style, so I decided to just proceed as normal. “Where has Shadow been hiding you five?” I said, blatantly admiring each and every one of them…
He nodded. “Why, yes. Nice to see you’re both clever and stunningly beautiful.” He leaned in closer. “I’m a vampire master from Valdor, and I think you should ditch the grumpy beast and run away with me. I would shower you with jewels and more treasures than you could ever need.”
I snorted. “And I thought it was hard in Torma to lose my virginity. Apparently, it’s going to be even harder here…” There was dead silence as I trailed off, six sets of eyes locked on me, some wide with shock, others with interest. “Are you trying to tell me…” Shadow started. “That you’re untouched?”

