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#37. A mate.

Autor: Kuraht
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Rachael POV

Eryx and Lincoln headed out of the hall, their footsteps fading quickly, and the moment the doors shut behind them, everything changed instantly.

The wolves began shifting immediately.

Bones cracked softly, fur melted away, and one by one they took on their human forms. I stood still, watching, my heart pounding with a mix of awe and unease. Most of them looked around my age, young, frightened, and uncertain, eyes wide as they took in the unfamiliar walls around them.

Athena’s eyes widened as she took in each and every one of them, her gaze sharp, assessing them all and curious. Maya crouched beside one of the wolves, her movements careful, almost gentle. There was something familiar in the way she leaned closer, as if she recognized her, or at least sensed something deeper.

I watched quietly.

All of them were female. About twenty five in total. All as bare as the day they were born. All vulnerable. Some crossed their arms over their chests instinctively, others crouched
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