I turn to go, not wanting to be late, and almost run into a tray full of mystery meat.
"Where you going?" Wolf asks, his confident grin slipping. "I was about to join y'all."
"Take my place,then," I say coldly. "Poor substitute, but whatever.

Author: Alecia Whitaker

I turn to go, not wanting to be late, and almost run into a tray full of mystery meat.<br />"Where you going?" Wolf asks, his confident grin slipping. "I was about to join y'all."<br />"Take my place,then," I say coldly. "Poor substitute, but whatever. - Alecia Whitaker



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