Chapter 45

Chapter 45.

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He doesn't have a choice, though. It's preferable to go exploring the wolfdom with Cora by his side, ready to protect him than to let the cops get their filthy hands on him and charge him with a slew of ridiculous charges.

"Creed, eat up. The fact that I can't use a silver spoon doesn't mean you shouldn't "She spoke up, interrupting his thought process.

He gave her a nervous smile and raised his eyes to her. Then he looked at the alien soup, and his grin vanished.

"Can wolves read people's minds?" He inquired as she cocked her head to one side, as Creed does and as she has seen Cole do as well.

"What? No! Certainly not!" She said it with a grin on her face.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" She questioned.

"Well," he smirked, his brows furrowed.

"'Because wolves are good at picking up scents and are sensitive to sound, they could also see well in the dark.' I was curious if there were any other distinguishing characteristics I should be aware of," he shrugged.

"Bond