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ing within him...most especially, his practically salivating wolf urges him to go to his mate and claim him as his, right there in the midst of the battle raging around them. He fights the urge and holds back becaus
, and his body to shiver so deliciously. The man was the enemy. After all, he was the one giving orders to his murderous, bloodthirsty wolves, to massacre his family. So why did h
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the gorgeous blonde male standing behind him. "Troy, do something." He squealed as his e
es and fists which had in them some dried leaves. "Patience."
leaves out of his palm. "They will be caught. Then they will blame us for..." Paul trailed off when the sounds of sirens suddenly stopped. He turned to look at where the police cars had been mere moments earlier and saw
?" Troy grumbled as he stare
ed when four masked men rushed out of the bank with sacks of cash and jumpe
started for the bus stop. "They said they were only going to take something smal
would take them to the hideout of the leader of the gang. "Those guys are dangerou
too if I put my mind
ls is bad for the soul. I'd rather that soul of yours remain pure." He sai
off." Troy chuckled. "Turning bad men into b
on't think they will ever let you
s he turned to stare out of the window
ld have killed him too. Troy still saw those beautiful grey eyes in his sleep every day. Strangely, even in sleep, those eyes brought him some peace. But in as much as he liked seeing the face of the man who had saved his life in his dreams, he couldn't help but hate him and his wolves for what they'd done to his clan. If he ever came face to face with that sou
and had some really terrible bodily pains. Mary, a very powerful warlock and wife of the Jackal, who had been his guardian, had always healed him by casting a spell. Troy feared that in the absence of the healing spell, the ailment was goin
the streets. After being advised by an elderly homeless man to find a job since he was young and energetic enough to earn himself some money, Troy had started doing odd jobs for money. It had been during one of such jobs that he'd befriended Paul, a lively friendly cute twenty-five-year-old who looked yo
ghed and applauded Troy's brilliant narrative. When Troy insisted that he was serious, Paul had demanded to see a demonstration. Troy had obliged. Paul's eyes had almost popped out of their sockets in shock when Troy co
se cat is that?" Paul looked shocked,
out to touch the cat. "It's our cat now." H
ed a cat? Whilst living in an abandoned structure? Come on!" He crouched beside Troy
n't keep it." Troy laughed
aul asked curiousl
ed. "That name has always b
previous life as a...vampire." Pa
-one Troy was four years younger than Paul, Troy acted as though he was older by always looking ou
by a gang of five as he was going to