[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] SUV – Cary, IL 
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I grin at Nic, thinking of a good response. I turn my head to inform him of it but all thoughts leave my brain when he puts his hand on the back of my seat to reverse out of the parking spot. My heart skips a beat, and I feel a rush of warmth spreading through my body. I'm momentarily lost in the sensation, forgetting my witty comeback.

[color=#DB7093]”Do you have any idea how unbelievably attractive it is when you do that?”[/color] I ask him. My eyes look from Nic’s face to his shoulder, down his arm, and back again.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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[color=#006400]”Well I wouldn’t mind it, but I’m sure the staff would think it a hygiene problem. Not to mention Kimiko and Avery might find it distracting,”[/color] I say. I don’t think Avery would be particularly offended since he was so comfortable with nudity himself, but if Kimiko or I stared too long at Nero, I think Avery would become defensive. He seemed to really take a protective approach when it came to Nero. I could only guess that was because he felt how protective I was through our pack bond. 

I stand up and go to stand behind Nero. I wrap my arms around their waist and kiss their cheek. [color=#006400]”Wear whatever you feel like, but it’s just casual. You could wear one of these T-shirts and pants, or shorts. Whatever you want. Maybe we’ll eat outside. I think it’s supposed to be a nice evening.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#B0C4DE]”Really?”[/color] I said not hiding the impressed tone from my voice. I guess it made sense with the Men of Letters background. She would know how to find people anywhere. [color=#B0C4DE]”What kind of PI work do you do?”[/color] I ask curiously.

Kimiko rapidly fires me with questions about the Marrok and my age. I laugh. [color=#B0C4DE]”Breathe,”[/color] I tease her. [color=#B0C4DE]”I’m a hundred and five. Although physically, I’m currently 32. I still age, but at a slower rate, so I’m not technically immortal like Caden or Cassiopeia is. As for the Marrok, he is the first werewolf, the original, the father. Whatever you want to call him. He is the one who determines the rules we live by and makes decisions that we all have to live by. Ultimately, he leaves pack disputes and things up to the alpha of the area, but he’ll also solve territory disputes between packs.”[/color]