In Love with a Werewolf

Reed saw Damon Wolfe,

his

hands gripped the steering wheel as she swerved to avoid the figure stumbling o

king to his forehead. His shirt was torn, revealing deep claw marks acr

breath

he va

er headlights. The next, he was gone.

tion. Every rational thought told her to dri

eart was

road was slick beneath her boots as she

her voice

f movement

la

er against a solid, burning-hot chest. A deep vo

uldn't b

uld scream, t

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