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natural black market smell

jewelry-not the full collection, just enough to fund my escape. I had left the rest

etor examined them w

ut, are we?

For currency

across the counter. I t

one. Five hours had passed since I sent the message to Si

en care enou

at the edge of a dense forest, where humans and unaffiliated wolves lived in qu

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sbane. The welts on my hands slowly faded into white scars. My inner wolf, long suppressed by the

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le thing. It could shatter the moment your

Blood Moon Pack. I had no idea my past would wal

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