Chapter 133 Wolf Love To Fight

• That didn't seem possible. Marybella was soft with generous curves. She didn't seem like a rough and tumble type of girl. Tracking was grueling work and only attracted the toughest in the pack. Rosette would have thought the same for the human equivalent.
• "I am...I mean I was a forensic accountant," she told Dom, pushing her glasses up her nose slightly. "People try to hide their money, it was my job to know where it went. I was the best in my department."
• Dom took her hand and led her to a small sofa off to the side. "Tell me how you did that," he said, very interested.