"I am a man whom love has redeemed. The thought of her is no longer a dream. A cage of flesh and blood that is hers to keep, my heart and soul laid as gifts at her feet. The love I feel when I look into her eyes is stronger than my wolf which calls to starry skies. Instead, I howl to the one who freed the beast from these bones, the one whose arms I call home. I will light this world on fire if it means her love I will earn, for she is a flame and I will gladly be burned. "
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WerewolfCOMPLETED - To Evelyn Schubert the thought of having a predetermined soulmate seemed a bit far-fetched. Lucky for her, this was an old practice amongst her kind thousands of years ago and is outdated for a modern-day Lycanthrope. Unlucky for her, he...
