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That's when this handsome guy pulled me back into his arms. God, I can't face this attack of handsomeness twice. But... wait a minute! Since when did a werewolf like me recognize God? "It looks like you're okay. Do you need me to carry you to your house?" I shook my head. My face felt hot. I quickly let go of his embrace and stood at a distance. This time I managed to stand up straight. My gaze was glued to the man who was right beside the trash can. He was tall and slim. He reached at least 190 centimeters, very tall. Unlike me who was only 165 centimeters tall.

Though it was a long fall. The hycwen itself was fifteen feet high and it had raised its arm high in the air to get rid of the wolf. So it meant that the height from which the brown wolf was falling was roughly twenty feet. Though it wouldn't be as much fatal and mostly result in breaking a bone or two, she saw what was on the ground. There were clubs and spears lying on the ground, maybe dropped by some hycwen when fingtihng and the brwon wolf was falling right on it.

As his massive form holds the Goddess to the ground, he turns his large head and faces me. Large golden eyes and long, sharp teeth in the face of larger, scarier version of a wolf. He is on all fours as he perches on the woman but his height is still at least five feet. I imagine if he stood upright he would be around nine feet tall, if not taller.

I smiled between a sigh, turning to him while adjusting the oversized blazer over my small frame—Alpha Flynn’s clothes made it seem like a strand of pasta thrown into a sack. However, it all fit with the narrative that he had lost a lot of weight because of his six months sickness. My new parents made sure I always wore gloves to hide my delicate fingers and most importantly, huge platform shoes to make me taller. While I was 5’8 in ft, Alpha Flynn was like 6’2. I mastered the way I was told Alpha Flynn walked, glancing subtly at the werewolf statues that lined the entrance before mounting the small steps. I sucked in a deep breath, enough to calm the nerves swilling in my stomach.

I'm not even sure that's a strong enough word. No longer standing on two feet, it took a few moments to adjust to the world from this angle. I'm not that short of a girl, but as a wolf, I was huge. Most shifted wolves are slightly larger than the average wolf, about 3 feet or so tall. Alpha's, like my father, were typically much larger. Uncle Simon, in his wolf form, was the second-largest I knew; actually, he and Enzi would be about the same size. They both stand about four and a half feet tall, their heads reaching my shoulders. My father had been even larger. He was twice the size of an average wolf and significantly larger than your average werewolf. In shifted form, he stood at five and