The Cry of a Lycan
I muttered, arching a brow.
A low groan echoed in my head.
“You awoke me from my slumber, only to shun me at the end?" Starlie sighed dramatically.
I rolled my eyes. Honestly, it felt personal at this point.
“I want to sleep. You can stop talking now.”
“What?” she snapped. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
A laugh followed, sharp, mocking, deeply unnecessarily eerie.
"Iris, I beg you, spare me such nonsensical talks. Have you started fantasizing again? This mate you speak of, does he live only in your dreams?"
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