Brotherhood

Brotherhood

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I put this on fanfiction.net and finally decided to put it here as well! Wolves are the most feared creatures in all of Colmar, but it wasn't always this way. Geric could well remember a time when things had been different. After a threat against the royal family, Geric goes into the palace in disguise and meets the beautiful Princess Ameline, and the two begin to fall in love. There's just one problem-he's a wolf and she's a human.
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