And then his warm breath sent shivers down her spine when he spoke so quietly and so close to her ear. "And what kind of she-wolf are you?" Without her knowledge, the boy picked at the daisies stuck in her hair. She responded without turning back. "Both." She shrugged. Had she been facing him, he would've noticed her inflamed cheeks; the warmth travelling down her chest and below the grass to where one could only assume. Sylvanus smiled. He could work with that. - In a world where gods create monsters, because the monsters were weak before they were strong. - The concept of soulmates are just myth now, but can a girl related to the moon goddess herself bring back the erased customs of their ancestors?
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