Ashmoor Unseen Wolf
she murmured, “everyone talks about ‘sweet sixteen,’ but I never had one. I think my real age of miracles is nineteen.”
I arched my brows. “Oh?”
“I turned into a wolf at nineteen,” she began, eyes flickering with memory. “Fought my first supernatural war at nineteen. Met my first crush at nineteen…” She poked my chest. “Married that crush at nineteen. And got pregnant at nineteen.”
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Sweet nineteen, then.”
“Exactly,” she whispered, laughing.
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