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, blood dripping from

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the taste of blood and c

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laced with p

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turn o

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me to the wolves

came as I peeled off

dicine" he ordered,

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, get patched up. Her welc

cut through the door

s voice melted, the

the snow, la

from heat cramps, he

full moon. My wolf

loom under full moons, desserts laced with wolfsbane honey. I ran from florist to bak

moonlit lilies,

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message, starin

t Peter first kissed me-wil

gne, but under it all-Emma's sickly

er float through the crowd, diamonds d

low like the full m

lcome feast

when that wolf tried to court Emma? Alph

r bullets, piercing my

's gown, his fingers brushing her ankle-a ge

off him in waves, thick

met mine, her

eels clicking like

g my chin. "My dress

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ask for

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train," Emma poute

bout the coffe

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