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e marrow and towards the heart. It made me proud. It made me happy. The chilling feeling it brings whenever I realize the obvious. Whenever my plans fall into place and it is finally My Time to Shine. To step away from the shade and let my True Talents be known. I have been quiet. I have stayed awa

ng on my heart like a king. Commanding me to run over there like a reckless leader and te

time. I knew how all of this was going to end. I

ing. to have their blood on my hands. To stand in the middle of that Battle Ground and stare at all the corpses and dead bodies of those were

nothing more than an old man who depended on the advice of a bunch of elderly wolves. it wasn't the right way to democracy and leadership. I pack could never survive if they were under leaders

in did not welcome a species like myself. In all the centuries have worked the other, I have seen things changing. I have seen kingdoms falling and others rising. I have seen the introduction of democracy and the downfall of humanity. Yet it would see him then even after all the disaster, werewolves still re

nly a hybrid

r, my eyes are met by the b

learnt wonderfully how to cater for my needs. she had become acquainted to the submission and she craved it more than anything else. Of course,

I wanted. she was not the first and she wasn't going to be the last. there was always going to be a woman in my bed at night and on her knees the following morning. t

endeavor I had to offer. The thing about me is that I loved the submission. I craved it. it fuelled me sexually

and they are met with that lovely smile on her face. of co

d around. it was something I'd never felt before. I could almost call it Instinct only that this time it wasn't coming from my mind. it

thing th

s. But I can certainly hope that whatever this was, will

please me. But there is something off. When I shut my eyes and focus properly, I feel it once again. It drives to my chest. Like a dagger had been stabbed, not with the intent of killing me, but with the intent of providing familiarity in

now

. I can only help but pray that the moon

tion. I am not ready to welcome the idea of being bonded to another person. That is nothing but a weakness. A weakness that I will not keep by my side. Whether this mat

nothing bu