Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special)
As we inched closer to the source of the commotion, I was shocked.
Lying dead on the floor, barely recognizable, was Harry. I couldn't believe he had met the same fate as his wife.
"You know that fellow?" Drake asked, his voice neutral.
"Yes, I do," I replied, my eyes still fixed on Harry's lifeless body.
"He happened to be with me at the Hall of Whispers," I added, a mix of sadness and nostalgia in my voice.
"I'm surprised he still died the same accident as his wife," I said, shaking my head.
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