My Life as a Beast Keeper
Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress.
However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it.
Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles."
The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.
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