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ealization dawning on him that the pants he had once worn were a gift from Mona. Mona had procured them from

rom treated animal skin. "What kind of animal skin stretches? Perhaps it's a special kind. Can I fi

his penchant for fur clothing from rare snow-dwelling creatures, came to mind. The Alpha's obsession with white fur might be a personal preference rather than

rm. He navigated through the forest, keeping to the periphery to avoid detection. Choosing the most direct route, which was as straight as

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were domesticated hybrids, and their presence typ

y stretching, rubbing his eyes, and yawning in exhaustion.

ble. Shifting his focus back to the flock of sheep, he scrutinized their size, mentally el

the sheep, startled by Romeo's landing, looked up curiously. A sheep's loud bleat triggered chaos among the flock as the

wolf, attempting to protect his flock. Romeo, undeterred, focused on his prey. The sheep, burdened by its heavy fleece, struggled to run, makin

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inst its side to prevent it from rising. Despite the sheep's attempts to resist, Romeo's steady pressure gradually sapped its streng

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apologetic response. "Sorry!" he said, spinning

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eyes widened in horror. "A w

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se. Romeo grabbed its horns, lifting it to face him. The intensity in his eyes momentarily shifted, causing the sheep

ce at the boy to ensure he was not severely

verage height, raced into the field, calling ou