"Do you like to roleplay?"

He spoke very low, as if deliberately hiding his voice. It was so low and rough, it was as if his wolf were speaking to me.

It was impossible to tell who he was. I had to find a way to take off his mask.

Plus, he wasn't buying my act. I was already in danger, so I switched tactics.

I mustered up all of the confidence and sternness I could. "You're not Beta Starke. Who are you? Why won't you show your face?"

The man did not answer. Instead, he raised his hand-wearing a black glove-and touched my cheek softly. The leather was cool on my skin. "Answer my question first." While he was touching my face, I quickly reached out to pull off his mask.

quicker and

wine in my other hand. Unless I dropped the wine, which I didn't want to do because of the sleeping pills in

was still tightly gripping the wineglass, and his

hand, held it

him, and my brain stopped working

was a shifter. How could he NOT

my breath and

said nothing and put

the smell of the wine overpowered anything else? I prayed that was

white cotton rope and

Frightened, I screamed, "Bastard!"

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