My Unfated Mate
Stormy started, a wolfish grin on his muzzle.
He did have a point; Angeline was beautiful, and smelt so good. Except she wasn’t the same she-wolf I met a few days ago, and I could feel something changed in her. She looked tense, rugged, and extremely angry. The light of her pretty blue eyes was replaced by both emptiness and an unfamiliar fire.
“Stop it, Stormy! She already thinks I am a perv!” I demanded.
“I will try. I am thinking about your granny in a bikini, it always helps me to keep Stormy Junior down!” he replied. The crazy mutt even named my p.enis after himself!
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