SAVAGE PASSION
“In close to five hundred years they have never sent a woman to appease us, and now they send us one with hair the color of the blood moon. Who can see us in our true form. It’s a sign.”
“It is remarkable that she sees us in our human form and not as wolves. Is it possible the village has finally learned a way to break the curse?” The others snorted in derision.“Perhaps Elias is right. This may be the sign we have been waiting for.”
“They don’t care about you,” I called out, the wine freeing my tongue. Rising on unsteady feet, I kicked away the pelts and walked toward the fire. Swinging my arm in an arch, the bottle held loosely in my grasp, I began to laugh. “They don’t care about you, and
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