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Weilah jumped off the wood chair and tossed herself into Farkas's lap, tipping the chair backwards that he was sitting on. The flame of the candle blown away by the sudden shift of the air, dimming the room to almost black. A loud snap of the wood chair breaking, while the sound of metal armor crashed into the stone floor. Weilah's arms wrapped around his shoulders romantically. They both stared into each others' eyes as their lips magnetized until they met. Farkas's body became very warm, just as it does when he is in wolf form. Weilah caressed his hairy face, then she felt his teeth nibble her bottom lip gently. Thick breathing filled the room. Her lower stomach started to tingle as Farkas slowly combed his large fingers through her hair at the scalp, then tugged her gold locks gently. Weilah let out a heavy sigh.