The Lost Wolf Queen
Damon inquired, genuine concern etched across his features.
"My face—my face has changed," I pointed out, still grappling with the shock of it all. Damon stepped even closer, narrowing the gap between us to just an inch, and tenderly brushed his fingers against my cheek.
"Perhaps this has always been your true face, but you were never aware of it," he spoke, his voice imbued with soft and caring reassurance.
"I don't understand. I've looked the same all my life," I replied, gazing up at him, confusion etched across my features.
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