Our car went up in flames, and Adrian—the black serpent shifter I trusted—heard me begging for help and carried my sister to safety instead of me. Worse, he called afterward and ordered me to care for her. Hurt and fading fast, I dragged myself to the Shifter Registry and filed to give him back. That was where I met Logan, a black wolf marked for the fighting pit. Everyone warned me to stay away, yet all he asked was, “Does it hurt?”
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