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She couldn’t help but notice that it was much larger than most crows she had seen. As she studied the bird, she realized it was studying her too. “Hello bird.” She said and it dipped its head. Annie looked around making sure the area was clear and no one saw her talking to a bird as if she had finally gone mad. “Some night, huh?” She put her hands on the bench and leaned back, “I never thought things would turn out like this, you know. Growing up I figured I’d meet someone fall in love, then we’d do the kid thing. Not that I’d get knocked up by my sister’s ex, then fall in love with a werewolf that says she has two mates. One of which is me.” The bird cawed and Annie smiled. It was almost as

"I noticed that I was suddenly able to do things that the other children couldn't do. I could run faster, jump higher, that kind of thing. The first time I shifted, I thought I was dying," he said with a laugh. "That would be very frightening," Saffron agreed, desperately wishing to sketch this in her journal. She kept the thick book with her. She used it to document and press herbs and flowers and their medicinal properties. She also had a section for creatures she encountered. She was heavily interested in natural history, despite it being forbidden for women to learn. She learned in secret instead, borrowing books from her father's library late at night.

The mention of his cock sent a jolt of electricity through me. I slid off the counter, my legs shaking, and dropped to my knees before him. I didn't need to be told twice. I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling as I undid the buckle and slid the zipper down. His cock sprang free, a thick, pulsing vein-wrapped beast that looked far too large for my mouth. It smelled of musk and masculinity, a scent that made my mouth water.

Butt naked? I sink to my knees beside the crate and pick up the top book, a small white-covered paperback with a surreal picture of a sun with a human face on it. Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s Discourse on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men. The pages are sepia and brittle as fall leaves. I’ve never heard of it.

Clifford simply answered. “ What if on the park, instead?” Chelsea suggested. “ It will be boring Chels, you'll just watch some bird shows,” Luke interfered. “ And also, there are a lot of crocodiles.” “ We won't go back to Crocodile Park, just like last time.” Nathan said while chuckling. “ The last time we went there, Cheska almost shirk when she saw those crocodiles.” Silence went by when he mentioned that name. It was like an angel just passed by and he atmosphere felt heavy. Minutes have passed, Ethan cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed? I said silently to myself, I lift the duvet up again and NOPE! I wasn't dreaming, we were completely naked. This can't be good I have sex with a stranger, my sister is gonna kill me for not coming home. I can't seems to remember anything from lastnight. I slowly pulled his hands off me. I scooped up my clothes and rushed in the bathroom that was adjoining to the room. I freshen up myself and put on my clothes then walked back out seeing the stranger up and smirking at me. "You're up wild lady?" He said smirking

Adam's POV After learning the truth about myself twelve hours ago, I spent the night talking with my parents, then my wolf. I wanted to learn what I could about werewolves, so I decided to go to the library. Every book I read talks about our kind as though we are fantasy. To be fair, I used to think that way. I was sitting at a table in the middle of the library reading through my fifth book when I was suddenly overwhelmed with a jasmine and rose fragrance. It was so sweet and intoxicating.

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

CHAPTER THREE In moments of peril, the human body awakens a primal response, surging adrenaline through the veins, sharpening senses, and amplifying strength and reflexes. It’s the fight-or-flight instinct, an ancient mechanism meant to safeguard human survival. For Gale, this instinct kicked in as he teetered on the brink of death. His lungs burned, and his muscles screamed in exhaustion, but an unexpected warmth spread through him, igniting a desperate resolve. With a final, explosive effort, he propelled himself upwards, cutting through the water with astonishing speed. He broke the surface and found himself hurled several meters into the air, landing in the shallows. He collapsed by the