Crimson Outcast
The luna steps forward, "King Blake, we have rooms set up for you, your beta, and gamma. We will be hosting a dinner tonight in your favor."
With a wave of my hand, we walk past them silently. The scent of waffle and pecan is all over this house. "She must be here," I say to my lycan. As he prances around like a pup in my mind, he repeatedly murmurs, "Mate, mate."
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