ZavanIris was crying.My mate’s blood pulsed hot, a hairline prick away from my teeth. She turned her neck within my open jaw, body submitting instinctively to expose more soft flesh.Phantom was howling to life, wild from the need to mark, poised to claim.And yet, my teeth and hands remained stil
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