The Mafia Lycan's Obsession
Storm has never seen any stranger like this.
On the surface, the latter looked like any old woman, any aged grandmother, but Storm, with her refined state, could see that this person was no ordinary person—she seemed different from both an angel and a human, or the Rare humans, if she was to use Jutul’s words.
“Stop trying to guess what I am, and help me out of this cage…”
Storm held back a laugh, as she, with her two hands, helped the woman out of the car, wondering why the latter needed help now. The old woman had no trouble getting into the car the first time.
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