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You've watched too many wolf movies! "No, I read the novel on your work desk. Don't you like reading books about wolves making love to humans? Beastiality, huh? Want to be eaten by a wolf? Want to be brutalized by an animal?" "That's absurd!" "Oh, my dear. Your taste in reading material will reveal what lies hidden within you. I'm sure you want to be ravished and pounded by a beast, or at least by a man as ruthless as a beast. I'm confident that I can brutalize you. Ah, it must be pleasurable to brutalize this chubby body of yours! Soft and arousing."

I kept Lobo for myself because he was the smallest, so I make a mental reminder to introduce them sometime. “As for wild animals, I love black panthers, they are sleek and dangerous but graceful at the same time.” “Ah I can see why you like those, I am also a dog person, and my favourite wild animal is actually the swan.” “Really? Why?” “I think it is because they tend to stick to one mate once they pair up and have you ever noticed how protective the male can be over his mate when nesting?”

“Did you sneeze and confess a harem fantasy?” “It wasn’t a fantasy!” My face burned so hot I felt like I was on fire from the neck up. “My wolf wanted them. All of them. I tried to push the feeling away but today it just… spilled over.” Vivia wiped her eyes, still hiccupping from laughter. “And what did they say? Wait… no, let me guess, they died on the spot. Or they fought. Or they fainted. Which one? Don’t keep me hanging!”

It tore through the walls and spilled into the night, echoing across the mountains beyond Blackreach before rolling over the snow-covered peaks. My heart lurched. A second howl followed. The full moon had risen. And Fenric's beast was awake. I bolted to the bed, pressing my back against the headboard, curling in on myself as the howls grew louder. I thought about hiding under the bed again. Just like last time. I had already pushed myself off the mattress, ready to crawl beneath it, when the door burst open so suddenly that I yelped. For one horrifying second, every terrible possibility flashed through my mind.

“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

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Steve summarized their progress and when Niccoli heard this, his face lit up as though he just remembered something noteworthy. "Did you just say a massive whale so huge it can fit an island on its back? I think I read something similar to that. Wait here." He beamed and without waiting for a response, he ran towards the aisle where most of the books related to Beasticology could be found. They almost forgot that this friend of theirs was a certified beast enthusiast. Meaning, if there was anyone from them who knew anything about this whale, it would be Niccoli. After a few minutes, the young prince returned carrying an enormous book almost as big as half of his body. As soon as he put it do

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He leaned to her ear, his breath caressing her neck, sending unholy tingles down her spine. "Do you know... I read somewhere that...wolves are older than humans?" "What?" She asked with a chuckle, bewildered that he wanted to do a quick fact riddle right now rather than literally anything else. "If you were a wolf... you would be twenty-two right now." She laughed. "That would be perfect." He laughed. "So let's assume I am a wolf and... between us is not much of an age gap. Or at least, that you have been legal for four years. "

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.