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Could it be that----No it can't be, Fiorella doesn't look like the type that can hunt werewolves, she is too shy and too timid to actually have a killing bone in her. "What are you thinking about?" uncle Ben snapped his fingers grabbing my attention. I wanted to tell him but decided against it, maybe it's not her but what if it is then what? "Hey, you are zoning out again. Is everything okay?" "Yes uncle everything is okay," I quickly responded, "I was just thinking about something, um excuse me, I will just be in my room," I left the office and went straight to my room thinking hard about it. "Do you think she's a hunter?" My wolf asked and I could sense he was equally nervous.

The kind of man who had something extraordinary and treated it like furniture. I had watched her through my binoculars for a couple of days, telling myself I was just curious. But by the end of the week, I had ordered the camera. She was never alone after that. She just didn’t know it. I pulled up the private folder on my phone that I had been adding to for weeks. Photos of Jenna in her kitchen in the mornings, moving around in that oversized sleep shirt that hit her mid-thigh. Fresh from the shower, her towel slipping as she reached for something on the top shelf, giving me three full seconds of her bare breast before she caught it. Jenna was lying on her bed at night, her hand beneath her

"What's going on, Nina, what is talking about?" I looked at Henry with tears as tears started dripping from my eyes. Olivia took a step forward, her voice filled with bitterness. "Your humble maid, Nins isn't who she says she is, she isn't the maid you think she is. She's been lying to you this whole time about her identity. Her real name is Nina Windsor. She's your wife, Henry." The room fell silent, with the weight of Olivia's words hanging in the air. Henry's face went pale, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Is this true, Nina?"