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... when I died, my only physical moment with Julian had been one messy, hazy night when we were both drunk out of our minds. The next morning I woke up sore and confused, the whole thing blurry like a broken memory.
But this... this was different.
The heat of Lewis’s body pressed against mine, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of a wolf wrapped around me
I felt it all so clearly.
My wolf trembled under my skin, confused and alert at the same time.
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