Memories of a wolf
Among them was Teresa, a brown werewolf, who was clearly putting up a brave front, summoned to fight in the face of this inevitable confrontation.
As the vampires and rogues flashed their fangs, a snarl escaping from their jaws, I took this opportunity to stand upright, my other hand still on my neck.
I still felt Knight's presence beside me, and as much as I wanted to land my own blow, to avenge the high priestess, I needed to deal with Lorraine as well.
"What's the meaning of this!"
Knight's face lacks any emotions. His eyes were pitch-dark, and any signs of humanity were gone. For a moment, the void of darkness in his expression made me terrified and concerned. But the thought that he sav
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