Lost Her To My Brother
Gritting her teeth, she stormed into the bathroom, unwilling to stop.
“Bring her out. I know you have her here!” She half-yelled, sounding unhinged. Her wolf, Lia, was feeding her fury, claws itching to rip through someone’s flesh.
But nothing. No, Lina. No, Frederick.
Emilia stomped back into the bedroom, her breath heavy, chest heaving. She hated this uncertainty. Deep down, she hoped Fredrick hadn’t done anything. Yet another part of her longed for a reason—an excuse to unleash the storm within.
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