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My white painted Heart

My white painted Heart

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My heart fluttered a little when my Grandfathers truch rounded the corner on the gravel road. Dust storms following behind us, I was nervous. I hadn't been here in almost 5 years and I feel like I've neglected an imporatnt part of myself. I gulped down the sudden terror I felt when I realised I would see my cousins. It should be excitement. The winding road is as I remebered. Curling and twisting in amongst the bushes. I took a deep breath in my window down allowing the freeze to enter the tru- and i coughed in disgust. On a farm the air smells like sheep shit. My Grandfather laughed and we came to an opening. Paddocks stretched in long plains to the right boarded by tall ranges. Memories of a little version of myself came flooding back to me. I stared into the rearview mirror at what Ihad become. Piercings lined my ears and nose , heavy make-up caked on my face. I slouched a tad in shame at what my Grandmother -Nanny Fey would think. "Hey Chin Up kid, at that gate everything changes. Don't bring your shit here to your Garndmother, a clean, clear white Start. Dont waste it- You can start by taking all that shit off your face- you don need it"
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"Grandmother, what big ears you have." Chuckling at my own joke, I looked down at the wolf when I felt his tail tapping on my wrist and was met with an amused look instead of the sad one before. Taking a hint when he nudged my thigh with his snout, I guided my hands towards his snout. Placing my hand on his snout as he tilted his head up to sniff my palm, I continued, "grandmother, what big nose you have." Standing up on his four paws again, he positioned himself so that he was sitting on his hind legs with his front paws resting on my shoulders. I couldn't stop the burst of laughter that escaped me when he showed me his sharp, white fangs that gleamed under the moonlight. "But grandmother, what big mouth and teeth you have." - Wherein, teenage werewolf Samuel meets his human mate Emily who lives thousands of miles away from him. Will his wolf be able to handle being apart from his very vulnerable, very human mate? Will her over-imaginative mind be able to stay sane apart from her very attractive, very male other half? Will the duo be able to sustain this long-distance relationship? How long can they keep this charade going before Samuel's wolf falls apart? (i'm still working on up-ing my description game but please don't let it hinder you from checking it out. free cookies inside the book so jump in and join Emily and Samuel along their journey.)

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