ng victory in reclaiming the borderlands,I was sud
terglow of our success, my phone buz
on, Cupid, material
of abject misery, and my heart, which had been forged into an u
return to the werewolf stronghold, I would whisk him away to the
at mottled his skin, some purple, some green, like a macabr
choosing my words wi
nted, a jumbled mess of half -
uptly ended, and he ceased to reply, le
uth, I decided to delve into
d through
f his room, and in an instant, my blood ran cold. There, perched on Bran's b
anion, a source of comfor
id, as a young pup, accompanied an elder on a long and
ee long days and nights,all becau
de it an unbreakable rule to ensure his Transformer toy was
he whereabouts of the Transformer
w. Isn't it natural for him to lose interest in that old t
she abruptly ended the call. My wife had alw
ghtest scrape or bruise during pl
ated from his Transformer toy, followed by a severe illness that left him bedridden, was sea
ude towards Cupid has seemingly chang
cross his arm. In the past, she would have rushed over immediately, looking at the wound with heart - wrenching concern. Bu
iately set off back