The Love of a Werewolf

The Love of a Werewolf

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida dom, jul 16, 20231h 39m
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"Momma, how do you know when you are in love?" The small boy blinks up at the woman, curiosity filling his blue eyes. "Well, when your heart feels like it's going to explode out of your chest and you can't stop thinking about them and all you want is to make them happy, that's the spontaneous type of love. The love you want is the one that builds up slowly and then consumes you so fast you barely knew what hit ya. That's the type of love that's pure. Two people who you never thought would end up together." The woman finished speaking. She continues with her task of making dinner, placing small kisses on her son's cheek. ------ The Love of a Werewolf is about love and Werewolves. Follow Altheia and Ethan as they learn what it means to love.
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"She loved like she died. Deeply, and in the end, chaotic. I guess you didn't realize how much she had shook your world until she was dead. Until her blood painted the ground and her heart ceased to beat. She cried every night, you know. She would collapse to the floor and let her tears flow. She wasn't afraid. Not until you beat her down with every harsh word, every little blow. Isn't it a shame? That the only people that can cause us such irreversible pain are the ones we love with every fiber of our being? It's poetic, maybe. That she would have burned the world for you if you asked, and instead you burned her. Love is not something you can push away, alpha. It's the end, and the beginning. It is the creator and the destroyer. Who taught you to hate like you love? Why are your indiscretions not spat on like hers? A shame, really, that you hadn't met sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have fallen so far, and dragged her down with you. But she is far gone, and this time, I'm afraid there is no pulling her back." Highest #21 in Werewolf Cover by liamsanchor9

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