The Wolf

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Reads 293
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Parts 22
Time 2h 54m

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First time writing a book but I've rewritten it thousands of times. I read all the other stories here and think mine would probably just be shitty but hey why not give it a tryAll Rights Reserved

gain lose loss prepared werewolf

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