The Stolen Alpha
Rosalind answered with a smile.
Laura's eyes widened, her face pale. "You are,” she faltered, “one of them," she whispered, her gaze darting between Rosalind and the darkness beyond the doorway. "Tristan, my Tristan,” she hesitated, then continued, “he's one of them too, isn't he?"
Rosalind nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, Laura. We are werewolves. But we are not monsters. We are still human, still ourselves, just,” she shrugged and added, “ we are more."
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