The Wolf Who Stole The Hunter's Wife

he Alpha prepared a feast, not only to Celebrate life. But also to celebrate the bravery of th

e nameless Village screamed with joy as he held up

n the yearly tournament offered a dead boar, rabbit or even an ox for the Kingdom

ngdom with open arms after the Aura of the King reached out to the Village. And more pe

p a bonfire in the middle of the forest to Celebrate t

tise is killing boars and making weapons, blessed the Kin

down their eyes as their hearts were filled with joy. Their Kingdom could liv

ere-people surely know how to

know." Balor screamed. "That's th

t the jokes excha

w of the tide. He wasn't enjoying himself nor was he laug

ned him. And tha

She loves them, lives and breathes for th

asked himself as he emptied

en Alpha Christoff began to speak, besid

crifice and the bravery of our family that we have lost. We will honor their sacrifice forever and ask the moon goddess --- and the spirit of the

Agatha. "She's not here, then what's the point?" The hunter mumbled to himself, deciding that

the Castle. More bodies of people expecting to be fed flooded t

veless leather jacket, amplifying his strong shoulders and toned arms. Hekasi had al

-worded answer, imp

onders. "Why? The night is still young and the celebrati

hings." Tyrone shrugged his shoulders, revealing his dimpl

nd waved her han

t the crowd, in a hurry

's not feeling well... or w

til his legs burned and the soles of his feet ached. He rushed home, the twigs and

sight of their house, his heart raced against his chest - beating for miles. The li

The Huntress doesn't like to admit it to anyone,

d her name as he bursted

droom. The restroom. Even the

through a series of trembling

their home and began t

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. The feeling of its odd warmth made her breath hitch. She moves ever so slighty, then

pleased by her touch. Agatha runs her hand against the wolf's stomach again, t

whispered to herself. Agatha freezes wh

her eyes from her

ngue running over her cheeks, her neck over and over again.

ow Agatha's face contorted from the pain, the beast let out a low growl. Mael lowere

de on her shoulder. When Mael was satisfied, the beast arched his neck up and looked at the stars. The moon looked brigh

t filters through the trees, leaving patterned shadows across Agatha's caramel-like skin. Th

she was snapped back from reality, she gripped

bleeding and reeked of a putrid smell. She felt a strong sting against her shoulder. When she l

outh gaping from the shock

er temple, her ears. Agatha jumped when the beast stood up from

nding in her mind again. 'Rest or

ain that rained on her. She collapsed on her knees. The only thing that p

it was. Agatha runs her hand through the brown fu

gatha, m

the wolf's fur as the moon disappears. For the first time, Agatha feels l

time, Agatha