The Art of Wolves

The Art of Wolves

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Art was her passion. Elizabeth Snow, a 17 year old who had a slight addiction to chocolate, was a mastermind behind a canvas. She didn't mind being alone, she was an introvert at heart; but more importantly she had always been. Without much of a family, she focuses all her energy through her artwork. Nature was her muse. Nature was Damien Eastwood's sanctuary. As a werewolf it naturally was. However; as the Night Shade's Alpha, Damien is usually swimming in paper work, especially since he was a young Alpha at only 19 years due to the most tragic circumstances. When these two meet colors will pop, sparks will shine and Elizabeth might just learn the Art of Wolves.
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