Page 16 of The Wolf King's Mate

We’re not sure

At least a few dozen. It was the biggest rogue pack we’d ever seen

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Fuck

Who’s out there now?

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Yates and Johns

He’s sending a handful of others out too

Unkown

It’s a miracle that he’s sending anyone instead of taking over himself again

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The wolf probably doesn’t want to be away from her long, I’m sure you saw him in Enzo’s eyes. He’s the one who claimed her. Don’t know what the man thinks about it

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Enzo’s probably pissed

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Probably

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Her brother is calling me again

Fuck me

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I’ll pass

I couldn’t help my snort at the shitty joke, even though I was already heading toward the door.

I had no idea what they meant when they were talking about rogues, but I was the only one who could talk Fletcher out of coming after me. And coming after me could get him killed.

My hand was an inch away from the doorknob when I realized I wasn’t wearing anything but the robe.

Crap.

I made a quick pitstop in the closet for one of the worn, long-sleeve tees, and nearly tripped over my own feet as I yanked a pair of boxer-briefs up my legs on my way out of the room.

My feet and legs were bare as I stumbled out of the room, settling my shorts on my hips.

I stopped just outside when I realized there were multiple men in the hallway just outside, watching the door.

Waiting.

Or were they guarding me?

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