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w he was experiencing the ex
creator of all werewol
ates, two halves of the same soul destine
airs slowly, with the deliberate ga
ark chocolate scent was so intoxicating I felt a
and roughly grabbed my
ine, a violent shock of pure
ling from the intense pl
His eyes darkened with a p
ampling the air
elled the scent of the Blood Moon Pack
fragile frame, sensing my
oddess had given the most powerful Alpha in
this was the ult
l," h
rumbling growl. He us
absolute authority. Lower-ranking wolves had no physica
felt as if they had been severed, and the dull thud of my bones s
n my eyes as I looked up at m
d, his voice echoing through the silent hall for all h
me as if I were
the mother of the pack, an equal leade
an old leather lung being drained of its last breath, taking al
e toward a dark hallway, and the last t
ar: in his world, I
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