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"I only drink with friends, and last time I checked friends don't treat you like you’re invisible."

"I've had a shit week with family stuff. Trust me, Allie, if I acted like a dick, and I'm sorry."

And I honestly fucking meant it. Just wish she could see it. Well, it meant I was just going to have to show her, and as for my parents, well, they could just get screwed.

"Let me make it up to you," I whispered in her ear, feeling her body tense at my touch.

Her eyes locked with mine. "Fine."

Chapter Forty-seven

ALLIE

So, the drinks flowed, the conversation didn't dry up, and much to my disgust I found myself being pulled back to him. So what if I spent the whole night with him? So what if he paid for every drink? So what if he wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me so close to his side I couldn't move?

So fucking what.

I knew as soon as we stepped out into the night air what would happen next, but just because I expected it, didn't mean I wanted it to happen.

His hand was still locked with mine as we walked down the pavement.

"So, come Monday, can I expect you to not be talking to me again?" I stopped him as I took my heels off and carried them. "At least this time I know that the weekend means nothing to you. What happens on the weekend stays on the weekend."

He grunted.

"Well, that's my cue to get a taxi." I let go of his hand and stepped to the curb.

My body filled with tingles when he wrapped his hand around my upper arm.

"I could take you home." His words were like velvet to my ears, and my heart raced at the sound of his voice.

"I think you've had more to drink than me."

"I'll walk you home."

"It is blocks and blocks away."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind the walk."

"Well, my feet will." And yet at the same time, I wanted to walk home with him. "Look, tonight’s been fun, and that's enough for me, so I'll see you later." I waved my arm, and a taxi pulled to the curb. "Night, Zane."

"Night, Allie."

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I stared in the mirror. My blonde hair, emerald eyes and white skin. It bothered me that every other wolf always had tanned skin and somehow, I always had lily-white skin.

I shook my long blonde hair and sighed.

I looked innocent.

I looked, I swallowed sharply, too cute.

I didn't want cute. I wanted edgy. I wanted attitude. I didn't want to look like the girl that had her memories taken from her. I didn't want to look like the pushover I was.

I picked up the scissors and sighed again. I might regret this.

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