Werewolf Assistant
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on, co
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through the air wi
and inescapable. Its bloodied claws tore into my
ately-a deep, hot agony that s
nd I crashed hard, my body collapsing into the di
of anything around me. It was like the slash had not o
ping for breath, as the blood
pooling beneath me. I could feel its sticky weigh
led as the pain c
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r and regret as the truth dawned o
eath, and there was nothi
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like
in, fueled by desperation. I threw my ar
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was
re-it was real, vivid, and now a part of me. The beasts were here, the pain
was something else entirely. It appeared as
ergy. I hadn't shown it
uld casually explain. So, I kept it to myself, a secret burie
d at that moment, hunger struck me h
hadn't eaten since morning. I felt famished lik
m, drawn by the enticing aroma
d left for me-a perfect serving of fried
assive chicken leg
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of the meal already lifting my spiri
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re heaven. The egg wa
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enough to make any
sweetness and spices blended so perfectly, t
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has to keep you
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ormalcy amidst all the
et about the symbol on my back,
nease in
ing that everything was about to change. The mark on my back wasn't going aw
I let myself sa
ngth for whateve
to her room, I leane
ng co
way the morning's tension. With a satisfied sigh, I
ange up f
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ad
self up as I made
walked straight
at wouldn't make me stand out too much. After a moment of deliberation,
s'll
ing the outfit up and
n, good enoug
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decided to add a lit
usted it snugly over my head, a
works. Loo
in, feeling pretty con
leave, a though
ave my
searching for the familiar rectangular o
where's m
ild panic setting in. I checked
room, scanning the bed, th
com
this da
hecking under the pillows, flippi
one could magically be hiding ther
aze landed on it-lying right there on the bed
. There y
relieved, h
o stop losing s
secured and my
phone, eager to
opened the app, a small flicker
he inbox loaded,
. Not a single notification,
xpect
m the Nons Tec
out a form to have my novel accepted
ent they'd get
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a fuck i
he empty screen as if my glare could mag
responded by now.
trying to
just be patient. Maybe i
if nothing shows up, I'll ch
ched off my phone and stuf
ce from Nons Tec
n tons of stories in different genres-specul
favor
t something about weaving those intense,
g: writing isn't ju
building, and I'm prou
ing my studies and my writing career, but
another platform;
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me $2,00
't just my passion; it's
ut it didn't happen overnight. My elder brot
a brilliant engineer. He's the one who pushed my fiction, pro
d building his empire. He's a content creator and
need advice, and he al
e's still more I want to achieve. Nons Tech was supposed to b
emed I'd have to w
my chair, letting
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my backpack, ready to
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