Chapter 13 A Taste of Pack

❀ Maeve ❀

I hated men’s gazes. Those unsolicited, leering looks.

Short, appreciative gazes were fine, but the leering made my skin crawl.

A small crowd of men with nothing better to do hung around the junction, catcalling the women boarding the bus to IronWolf.

The driver of the rickety diesel b...

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