Page 1 of The Art of Avoiding Your Soulmate

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SIENNA

The country music playing from the artfully-western bar’s jukebox was driving me crazy, but I ignored it.

Again.

Because the pack’s ladies had convinced me to go out with them, and like the sucker I was, I didn’t have the balls to say no.

Spoiler: I never had the balls to say no.

Even though I knew they would introduce me to a few more guys that the alphas in town had decided could potentially be my mate.

Anyway, it was becoming a serious problem. They made a lot of plans, and I was so damn tired of being sported around like some old-fashioned human girl looking for a husband.

Sometimes, I just needed to take a long shower and pretend I wasn’t a living, breathing person.

I was, of course.

A living, breathing blood wolf, to be exact.

Both vampire and wolf.

We were created to act as living blood bags for vampires, which was a shitty way to live. And may have contributed somewhat to my yes-man tendencies.

But it was what it was.

So I needed to make the best of it.

…By learning how to say no, probably.

I lifted my glass of water off our table, taking a sip. Before my parents had overdosed and lost their lives when I was a kid, I’d seen them addicted to anything and everything, so I didn’t touch alcohol or drugs with a hundred-foot pole.

Three of the other five girls with me were out on the makeshift dance floor, which I had narrowly dodged being dragged out to. The other two were in a heated discussion about the best way to cook steak.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down. There was a message from one of my two best friends—both of whom were the only other blood wolves I knew. Our group chat got plenty of use.

Love was mated to the alpha of the pack that ran the city. It was called the Wildwood Pack, which the city was named after.

Tori was mated to the alpha of a tiny pack of government wolves. They traveled fairly often, but the outskirts of Wildwood was their home base.

Tori

How many guys have they introduced you to tonight?

Me

Only two, but the night is still young.

Love

Any excuses in sight?

Me

Unfortunately, no

Tori