the dragon bride
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I was just an egg when the werewolves raided my home village, but being a dragon shifter in a pack of wolves was hard and extremely frustrating. My independent side of the dragon and my wolf upbringing often brought up conflicts. But as soon as I turned sixteen I met my mate I was sure which side I would pick.
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