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Sya Lovelle it at the bottom of the Gallo Pack in England, being used by her Alpha for his own means and is shot down at every turn because of what she is. She is a phenomenon. She is half Werewolf, half Sorcerer in a world where the two would rather destroy one another than have a tea party. Not good. Dante King is the Alpha of the King Pack in Alaska. They say that he is as cold as the Alaskan Winter but as hot as the Alaskan Summer. At the Werewolf Gala, Sya glimpses the Alaskan Alpha and is immediately taken. What happens next shocks them both. Sya doesn't want to be dominated. Dante just wants his mate. Neither can truly have what they want. PS: Sya is Sigh-a *Extract* A breeze came through the doors behind me and filtered through my long, curly red hair. Dante suddenly stopped speaking. I jerked upwards and looked at him. He eyes were frantically scanning the crowd. He looked like a man looking for his Mate! Wait. Mate. Mate's identify each other from scent. He stopped just as the breeze would have carried my scent to him. Oh hell no. *THIS IS A COMPLETE SHORT STORY*
1 - Hot as the Alaskan Summer
