Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid
The spell hit, his body twisting, shrinking with his robes collapsing as he squeaked, a mangy sewer rat with beady eyes glaring up at us.
The witches erupted, Brunhilde slamming her fist on her chair. “Perfect! Straight to the muck!”
Hildegard hooted. “Run, rat-boy! Berlin’s sewers need a king!”
Ingeborg doubled over. “Oh, I’m keeping him as a pet, just to kick him!”
Gretchen adjusted her glasses, nodding. “A Fitting punishment for that one.
Ursula’s voice rasped, “You got him good Adler and Walda!”
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