The Hunter

The Hunter

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, jun 18, 2026
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Universo Paralelo (AU)
Banda y Grupo
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Eveline has always lived with the idea that she was wrong. She believed she wasn't enough, not enough of a side, nor of the other. To be seen, she thought she needed to prove she was enough. Growing up at the Hunter's School, she learned to fight against werewolves and hunt them. She became an ideal Hunter, the one everyone would look up to. Everything she had ever learned about werewolves told her that they were bad, they were something that couldn't be part of her life. But she was too tied to them to see them this way. Until Tristan showed up. He was everything she had ever hated: haughty, too full of himself, he walked like he owned the world and, mostly, he understood too much. The hate soakers immediately, hot and heated. But beneath all that bickering and fighting, there may be something much stronger.
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