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Coming Home

Cal entered his apartment and then winced. He’d been so absorbed in his mistakes and screw-ups. Then everything that’s going on around him, that he looked down at himself and realized he’d made another. He looked like he’d bathed in blood and gore. He prayed Tara was still sleeping and didn’t see him like this. Gad, it would solidify the horrible image she must have for him.

He was pulling off his boots when Cal noticed the small wolf asleep on the living room carpet. That had him pausing with a frown. Why was she sleeping on the floor? This was her home… Then it hit him. Their relationship started as Master and slave. She wasn’t comfortable sleeping on the bed or sofa. Did she truly fear that he’d be angered by her sleeping like that? He needed to do something to fix that.

First, he had to go clean up; he looked like he’d been swimming in an abattoir or slaughterhouse. He didn’t smell much better, either. Now he remembered why they’d decided not to war so o
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