MOON PHASED INEVITABLY
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Last published Fri, May 30, 2025
Twilight bones but bloodier, older, sharper, and we're giving Casia Vea teeth. She's no waif. No trembling ingenue. She's twenty-two, packless, worn down from survival and still standing. This is a werewolf romance for grown women who'd rather bite than beg.
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