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The moment I turned sideways on the chair, I looked straight into his face. He had striking features. His eyes were black as the night and his short black curls accentuated his high cheekbones, as well as the slight freckles on his nose.
I just stared at him and felt the need to run to him, hug him tightly, then explore his hair with my fingers before kissing him and .... WHAAA STOP! What was I thinking!!!
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This short little werewolf story is about how mates don't always get along....
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This story contains the genres romance and fantasy.
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