I was so lost in the dank aspects of every corner that I didn't notice that we had slowed to a walk. Brock eventually stopped and lowered himself to the ground, indicating with a glance that it was time for me to come down. I swung my legs off his form and unceremoniously lost all feeling in my legs. As to be expected, I fell to the ground in the least graceful way possible.
"Way to make an entrance." I looked up from my home on the ground to the sight of an outstretched hand. It was a young male wolf I hadn't recognized from my short amount of time here. He had a softness to his features that surprised me. I extended my hand to his and couldn't help but notice how warm his skin was in comparison to my own. He gripped my hands and with one fluid tug pulled me to my feet. As I righted myself to a full stance I realized he was a head taller than myself. His hair was a mess of wavy, light gold curls that framed his tan features. He had a boyishness about him that the others seemed to lack. I liked this about him.
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The Solitary Mate
WerewolfRanked #22 in Isolation 07/25/2023 "I'm not mate material. You're better off without me." My heart clenched at his words and my wolf whined internally. "I, James, reject you, Grace, as my ma-" I lunged across the counter quickly placing my hand ov...
