Enchantress of the moonlight
I have to go—I’ve exceeded my break time from work.
I kissed Mom on the cheek and dashed out of the room.
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Gregory Farstone, a powerful and feared Werelord, sat on the balcony of his mansion, enjoying the evening breeze. His son, Kent, stood before him, pleading his case.
"Dad, we have to do something," Kent urged. "I won’t let Serbian hurt Caroline."
Gregory puffed on his cigar, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"I understand your concerns, Kent, but we can’t rush into this. The Silverfox Pack won’t take kindly to our interference."
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