Chapter 67: Master Xata

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Socks: Sweet! I will get the snacks

Hel: I'll take Mr. Jeremy. Onyx, you go with Socks

Jeremy sees Socks and Onyx start to leave while Hel stares at him

Hel: Are you coming?

Jeremy: Yeah just give me a minute

Hel: Okay

Onyx: See you at the concert

They all leave the treehouse and wait for him. He notices clothes on the bed with a note

Jeremy: What the hell? Was this always here?

He picks up the note and reads it

" Hey Danvers. Got you some more clothes since you've outgrown all of your old ones. You also forgot your ravor and shaving cream, I know how much you love that. Hope all is well... and yeah... p.s. I'm still pissed off at you and your horny wolf. Anyways be careful, who knows what's out there in Xata's World - Your favorite werewolf, Z"

He rolls his eyes

Jeremy: Yup that's definitely from her

His wolf: Well at least she got you some clothes so now you can stop moping about it

Jeremy: I still can't believe you almost did that to her

Jeremy's wolf: Me? You were also in that mind state. We are apart of each other, don't forget that

Jeremy: We wouldn't be in this mess if you had calmed yourself

Jeremy's wolf: We would not be in this mess if you'd just killed her when you had the chance. What's so special about her anyways? Is it because she's a female?

Jeremy: I'm done talking to you. You stay quiet and think about your actions. I need to focus without you constantly over my shoulder yelling at me on what you want to do. Are we clear?

His wolf stays quiet

Jeremy: Good. If you behave yourself, we'll go hunting tomorrow. Deal?

Jeremy's wolf: Deal

Jeremy nods then changes into one of his new clothes

Jeremy: fits really good and is very comfortable. Thanks Z... even though you sent me here all alone with other beings that thankfully are friendly

He walks out the door then jumps off the treehouse to the ground, landing on his feet. He sees Hel staring at him

Hel: You ready?

Jeremy: Yes, had to change into something comfortable

Hel goes over and puts her hand on his chest, making him give her a weird look

Hel: Mr. Jeremy you seem to be talking to that wolf of yours

Jeremy: You heard me talking to him?

Jeremy's wolf: Freaky

Jeremy: How?

Hel: Come on, I'll tell you as we're walking

Jeremy nods then starts to follow her, still weirded out

Hel: Mr. Jeremy, I'm a fortune teller and I have been one since I have five. I saw what you nearly did to this Z. That wolf of yours needs to be put on a short leash no matter how much control you have over him

Jeremy's wolf: The hell I do

Hel: Even if you do control him, he'll always want more hunger to rip people apart, breed violently with a mate and not make them walk ever again

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