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I’m going to claim my little wolf when I return home whether she’s ready or not.

Obviously, I’m a liar.

I’m not waiting for her.

It’s time to hunt.

CHAPTER SEVEN

TRINA

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“What are you doing here?” I ask Briar, tugging up my sleep shorts and straightening my tank top.

I’ve been binge watching something on Netflix while doom scrolling on social media. Somehow I found my way into dancing chickens on TikTok and I’m not sorry. Four of them bouncing to “Gangsters Paradise” wearing Ray Bans on was worth staying home for.

Except it looks like my night is about to be interrupted.

A Cheerio falls out of my hair, but I catch it and shove it in my mouth.

“My god!” Aidan exclaims and glances over his shoulder to the doorstep. “I’ll just wait out here.”

Wise decision.

I cross my arms as Briar pushes past me.

“Come on. Get dressed. You never miss a party. Savannah wants you there,” she insists and shoves a garment bag into my arms.

I catch it before it slips to the floor and give her a questioning look. I saw the logo, I’m not immune.

“It’s the powder pink Saint Laurant dress you were fawning over last month.”

Oh. My. God.

I clutch it harder to my chest and gasp, making a quick calculation about how much I want to wear the stunning designer outfit—it’s basically a body suit with a blush tulle wrap—compared to avoiding Marshall.

The dress wins.

I will just stay on the other side of the room from him and take a million selfies of me wearing the dress.

“Fine. Give me fifteen minutes.” I dart into my bedroom and hear Adian groan as I shut the door.

Thirty minutes later, I do a little dance on the spot and twirl before climbing into the back of his car with Briar.

“I can’t believe she let me borrow it.”

“I bribed her.” Briar laughs.

“With your soul?” I ask, nudging her with my elbow playfully. “Totally worth it babe.”

She giggles.

“Thanks for getting me out of the house. I probably won’t stay long, but I appreciate it,” I admit.

I’ve been going over and over my plan. Marshall won’t leave me alone. He never does.

After our kiss, I know if I see him again, it’s going to be difficult to not want him to touch me again. I cannot sleep with him. I will never forgive myself.

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