Ashlee Black suddenly found himself pushed up against a tree. The bark cut into his spine hard enough to tear the thin material of the black shirt he wore. Cursing,he shoved his offender away. Already past the point of anger, Ashlee had not had a very pleasig night. Parol was not something that was ment o be done aloe, but his pack had decided it was a good time to go out on the town.
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