PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary
The attackers scatter, whining, leaving three bodies behind.
The black wolf shifts, his bones cracking, his fur receding, until a man stands there. Naked. Massive.
He’s tall, easily six-five, body carved from muscle and scars, broad chest dusted with dark hair, abs ridged, thighs thick as tree trunks. Long black hair falls wild around his shoulders, his beard framing a hard jaw. His eyes are gold, glowing faintly in the dark. Tattoos cover his arms and torso, tribal marks, wolves, symbols I don’t understand.
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