Our Devil

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*Six years later*

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I sat on the porch of our mansion, rocking my chair back and forth as I stared into the woods up ahead, watching three distant figures move through the trees: Kasan and the twins.

It’s pretty windy outdoors and the breeze has basically messed up every strand atop my head despite having just gotten here.

It’s the perfect time for a run, but sadly, I can’t. Not while I’m like this…

I glanced down at my protruding belly, smiling. Its funny how six years ago I never wanted to have any wolfy powers, but now when I’m not allowed to shift, I begin to miss it every passing day. Speaking of that, ever since the twins, Kiara has been behaving. She’s snappy, but she doesn’t try to force control anymore. I think we’ve formed some sort of truce?

“Clara!” The door swung open from the inside and a fuming Ash stepped out, glaring daggers at me, “Where’d you hide the Nutella?!”

I rolled my eyes, “Unless, it’s for my cute little nephew, go buy your own. I told you to stop rai