Wolfborn
Goddess, was there anything nicer than that, than a woman who could keep you warm all night?
One Saturday night, in mid-May, while in my wolf form, I was deep in thought about such intellectual subject matters when a familiar scent cut through the woodsy scent of pine, moss, and wet wood, and entered my nostrils. It both delighted and infuriated me simultaneously. If I had to be honest, it was the kind of scent someone dreamed about, better than anything I'd ever smelled before—a sweet, musky scent, maybe patchouli or cinnamon; no, something very unique. Some sort of amazing perfume that I had to know the name of. But it also reminded me of the biggest bitch I'd ever met in my life—the cunt
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