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[?. ???????! ???????? ? ?. ??????] a yandere story. Was this hunger or lust? The difference between the two so thin it was invisible to the human eye. A mystical being thought to not have existed interested in a human. It was strange to say the least. A wild lycanthrope, having abandoned his pack for a life of solitude & peace. Found an interest in a wanderer in his woods. What once was a hunger deep in his stomach, now a warm bubbling feeling in his chest. Was this lust? No, it was love. The beast had fallen prey. (Y/N) (L/N) had wondered into the wrong woods. And managed to catch the attention of something that would change her life forever. Stuck between the jaws of a lycanthrope, and cursed with something called 'love'. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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