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Thesis must hv stolen our land our responses our kills its time
My Alpha Jaspar smears ready for attack and kill his dark red wolf ready for fight and kill
He leads us numbered and ready our Wight kinies glisen in the red dusk a red warning to come of blood to spill
My wolf is midnight brown chocolate a pure blood prude and strong myself a beat to our pack a time to fight for my race a pure race
For survivable
My seance is strong and in the most of pungent mist smog and rain is a ting of something promising a rose a sweet lumingvin the dark a sent of joy and laughter if happiness
Where or what sort of thing exists in no land a place of death war and blood smeared
My wolf is sticks its snouts up in search of such this pungent enjoyable sent
JASPER wholes his wolves to war and I am forced to respond my piosing I the pack calling me to my duty to my alpha his father isbthoughtvto be an originally
The clash of lighting a sing to start the running with wolves bye the sides a snarl a bark a fight dust and sand fly in the air mixed with growls snarls and pained whoppers my wolf not interested in fighting but UN the sent only fighting if a nut stood in our way an ugly grey large wolf stands in my way and fights chinies prepared and ready
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The Loss Of The Fated Mate
WerewolfAs legend goes a male wolf born of true blood found and fell in love with his fated mate one that made him happay and loved ,a soulmate ,a werewolf . But another had given him her heart a secret crush ,a witch by legend who was in love with the mal...
