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Chapter 4 The King of the Wolves

Word Count: 1085    |    Released on: 21/02/2025

t Maureen's heart skipped a bit so loudly th

as saying, thinking

prise, Jayce. Don't you think?" Maureen said, nudgin

He suddenly began to kiss her neck. Maverick could smell the

babe." He whispere

, and the party isn't yet ov

erick could feel the awkwardness, and he decided

e needs." Shawn came out of nowher

n who had been sitting quietly with Shawn earlier on, too

sary. To be honest, I'm not sure what's more impressive. The fact that you two have been toget

the crowd, their faces flushed with amusement. Ev

accurate,"

at freak. You're like the yin and yang of relationships. But somehow, y

le Jason chuckled and shook his head.

e erupted in laughter, and Jason and Maureen shared

at she did to him wit

, may your love continue to be the stuff of comedy gold. May you always fi

cheered an

one chorused, a

Janice and why she could not come and if she was okay.

e before Jaosn thought it was time

ing. He started rounding off everyone and turning off the music till everyone knew he

idn't want to be in here th

go back to his house

ason and watching as Maureen peered at h

*

t want to go home. Instead, he wanted to go to the Oakstead Woods, close to the place where he lived. He loved to go to the forest at night. It was not jus

de, if not the middle of Oakstead Woods. Nobody ever came here anyway. The townsfolk whi

hen he surprised her in the nighttime at her place with his reflective retinas. She has said she thought that w

es and let himself feel the coolness of the night wind brush t

uddenly came into view. It was a crescent m

the moon, as he silently worshipped her, refusing to acknowledge the danger lurking behind him. His eyes didn't flicker. His head didn't turn, as if he was utterly confident in his ability to sense the wolves' approach. Their growls

he moon. As the moon's light washed over him, its beams seemed to pierce his eyes, illuminating the depths of his being, and in that fleetin

eyes." He remembered the soft, fading

vely. It was almost like a prayer. It was. The

reathed. "G

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