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6: The World of Werewolves

Author: Miss Kim
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 06:17:19
The words were out of my mouth before my brain could process them.

The silence that followed was deafening. Aaron’s face turned red with rage. My stomach dropped through the floorboards. I had spent years meticulously crafting the persona of the perfect, silent wife. Why had I chosen now, of all times, to grow a spine?

“Aaron, I—I didn’t mean it like that,” I stammered, my hands shaking as I reached for his arm. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired and—”

He didn’t let me finish. His hand came out of nowhe
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Sheena Edwards
is her Lyra Davis or Lyra Quinn??
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