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His intent was not to eavesdrop, nor was it really to hang over Ivy like the cringey older brother. He'd never had to experience such feelings being an only child, but felt he owed it to Tyler at least to keep an eye on the situation. Was it wrong for him to find a bit of humor in it? Knowing that he was in such a predicament a year ago and sitting in the same seat as her <i>friend</i>. The unfortunate truth was that most men like him didn't do well in relationships – it's what made finding your <i>Luna</i> so important. And it wasn't easy. Sequoia knew that Amber wasn't his mate, the one he was supposed to live forever with, but he loved her so much it hurt to even think of letting her go.<br/>
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They both got something out of the relationship, but it was never enough. He held out on telling her about what he was and for Amber . . . Sequoia was fun while it was fun. The moment things got serious, she got scared. And it wasn't easy getting over her. He thought about her constantly; whether she was safe or happy and it killed him every day not to troll around her house like some crazy stalker. It seemed, he understood and yet the wolf that Ivy was with was fresh out of the mindset that he would take some time to make sense. It was easy to confuse desire with actual love.<br/>
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If he had to be honest, it left him with a terrible fear of getting close to anyone and losing his father didn't make it any easier. The only thing that did make sense was roaming through this world alone, as a lone wolf. Giving up the title of being Alpha didn't seem to matter, even though he knew that for his father it meant everything. Maybe that was part of the problem.<br/>
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<i>Will</i><br/>
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He caught the name passing through Ivy's lips and it was so delicately tough, like a hardened ball of chocolate dropped into hot milk that it made him pay much closer attention to the situation. He turned in his seat, nursing his drink now as his plans of leaving any time soon had been changed. It gave him a much better view of Ivy, who even in the short span of a year since he last saw her had changed. She wasn't the scrawny young girl being hugged to death by Tyler, a memory that often popped up on his Facebook. <br/>
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<i>"Sequoia? Is that you?"<br/>
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She would've noticed him eventually, a friendly face often came handy in a scenario of panic and there were more ways than one this situation could turn. Sequoia knew the anger of a wolf too easily. But calling attention to him wouldn't make any better of the situation he judged, from the tensing of Will's jaw, so tightly that it made his ears twitch. They were close enough he didn't need to approach them, not trying to encroach on a clearly private conversation – or as private as one could get in a bar. And yet, he stood to his full height, the worn floorboards creaking under the weight of weathered black Doc Martens. He'd finished the rest of his drink and left it on the counter.<br/>
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"Wasn't spying, promise," he joked. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, but he came with no intentions of completely pissing all over Will. "You're telling me I missed your twenty-first birthday clearly." Sequoia glanced toward Will, both men sharing the quick passing exchange, sniffing each other without outright getting into the other's face.<br/>
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