My King and I

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ing in my ears – "Werewolves? Aren't they mere creatures of legend, figments of imagination?" Allow me to set the record straight – we're not merely creatures of stores; we're quite present within the f

The idea of a destined partner, the missing piece that completes your existence. It's like finding the love of your life, your better half – if