The Witch Who Ran With The Wolf
Copyrighted 2019 "There she is,'' Nowaki sniffed the air deeply taking in her scent. It drove him mad. She smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. It was intoxicating, it was alluring, it was like a drug. He watched the girl sitting in the back of the lecture room intently. Her smooth, brown skin drew him in. Her big brown e...