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I stare into the face of my savior, and grimace. Somehow, I know even before I look that the mysterious man is Xavier.
“Nah, only werewolves will do,” Wes laughs, “we don’t need any more bachelors than the five, no, four ones right here.” “Is this the real you, Mona?” he asks, using his all-knowing gaze to look into my soul. I stiffen a little at his words, a little perplexed. I turned around in his arms, “I guess you like sweat.
” Kayden nodded, “Yeah.” She threatened my hair! How can she do that to me?! She knows I love my hair! Yes, traveling by car is certainly safer, but painful all the same. “We can gather our energy for a minute,” I say weakly, “It might be a few hours before we reach another water source.” I thought about what he had said. We were being coerced into this entire situation, but it would have been done eventually.
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I explained that my bus had been running late, making me miss the bell, and just over twenty minutes of class. She handed me a late slip, without even looking up, and got back to typing away on her computer. Stuffing the slip into my pocket I walked to my English literature class, which I shared with Cole. “I’m sorry for betraying you and the entire pack.” After he says his last words, he shuts his eyes tightly, as if willing himself to go to sleep faster.
I can tell that he doesn’t plan on continuing the conversation, if you can even call it that.