Choosing Fate
J. N. Steinwerewolf and witchfantasy werewolves
My mouth instantly waters and my stomach growls.
“How long has everyone been awake? It’s still early. The sun is hardly up,” I say, peering out the kitchen window above the sink. The sky is dusted with bright pinks as the sun slowly rises.
“Well, we were all a little wired from the full moon last night,” Emmy says, blushing at her mate, as he runs his free hand down her back, almost squeezing her ass, stopping himself knowing there are children around. Daya and Dare don’t seem to care.
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