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Forbidden Never Felt This Good IV

作者: Saint
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 22:29:02

The full moon hung heavy in the sky, bathing the entire pack territory in silver light.

Tonight was the monthly Wolf Feast — a sacred ritual where the pack gathered to run under the moon, strengthen bonds, and honor the Goddess. The air was thick with magic, raw power, and the scent of roasted meat and wild herbs.

I stood nervously beside my mother and Alpha Harlan at the edge of the sacred clearing. Torches flickered around a massive bonfire. The pack was loud and joyful… but I felt eyes on me
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