The Druid Wolf Curse
Scrunching her pert lips, she paused in thought, then said, “He's handsome, but I don't like his beard.”
I chuckled, Dante had grown facial hair, which hid his strong jawline and gave him an aged oracle look.
“Plus he's old and bitter, never smiles, and is like an old crone,” Aurora mumbled.
“And you're not of age nor have you shifted, sweetie. He's not going to cross any boundaries until you're eighteen, and even then, he may remain distant,” I asserted, causing her brow to furrow as she nodded.
“Would you be disappointed if I went to the Lycan realm and aged a few years?” She asked me suddenly.
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