His Claws On My Neck
This was the last part of the night routine with Anna, one that she’ll never get tired of doing.
Anna pouted and looked off in the distance, thinking of which fairytale to read her. Upon thinking of one, her bright hazel eyes shimmered in excitement. “Monster wolf! Monster wolf!”
Looks like the story for tonight isn’t a fairytale.
The “monster wolf” story, as Anna likes to call it, is not one from the fairytale book she often read to her. She told it to her once, and out of all the other beautiful stories that she read her repetitively, that became her favorite. It was her and Axel’s tragic love story.
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