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... s voice bellowing from the nottingon cottage. He stopped at once and turned to face him. He crooked his fingers and he began to walk towards him. His eyes were red and inflated and there were darker haloes under his eyes. It was obvious he didn’t sleep the previous night .
A wave of guilt washed through his wolf as he walked closer, each step heavier than the last, knowing he had crossed a line he might never be able to mend.
"It’s a she-wolf, right?"
He looked away and n ...
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