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The sweet, wolf woman doesn't quite match the unfriendly way she just called me a dog, and I'm a little taken aback. She has curly red hair that is in two braids that fall down to her belly with small wolf barrettes tying them together. She's wearing a short black top, black leather pants that are very tight, and she really has a sweet face. On his back are two daggers, but I can only see the sharp points on either side of his head. The woman arches an eyebrow at me, her green eyes showing me that she's not the least bit sweet. This is exactly why I was taught not to judge a book by its cover.

“Mai, this is Seraphim Fall, our lead beta wolf, and I'd say she's not that rude, but she is,” Ragnar introduces us.

“What kind of name is Mai?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and placing her hands on her hips. "Actually, who is she and why is she here?"

"Since when do I have to tell you anything?"

“Since the fact none of you could live without me, that's why,” she counters with a smile