RAPHA OKOYE"I brought this for your inner wolf," I speak up, pulling a tiny cloth bag out of my leather kit and putting it right in Seth's massive palm.Resting on my skin is a small, hand-stitched bundle of wild mountain cloth. I sewed it myself using rough silver-leaf thread and dried roots from the old forest. It looks simple, but the magical scent inside is incredibly strong.Seth takes the small bag gently, his huge fingers brushing mine, and lifts it up to his nose. A light, fresh mix of crushed pine needles and soothing moon-herbs floats into his lungs. "Did your hands weave this, omega?""I did.""So, what is the game here?" he asks, his golden eyes flashing with a sudden, playful spark. "Do you want my wolf to carry your scent across the borders so I crave your den every single minute I am away?"I let out a small pout, my chest going tight with frustration, but my voice stays low. "It is meant to block your lung weakness, Alpha. If you keep it inside your tactical jacket, t
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