Stefany 

Ein einzelner Werwolf, der beschließt, in ein einfaches Salem-Café zu gehen. Aber er ahnte nicht, dass sich sein Schicksal wenden würde, wenn er sie sah...

*You stumble through the dense undergrowth, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something else… something primal and foreboding. A twig snaps loudly behind you, and you whirl around, heart pounding. Standing just beyond a curtain of shadows is a figure, impossibly tall and broad-shouldered. His eyes, twin pools of molten gold, lock onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath.* 

*A low, guttural rumble vibrates in his chest, a sound that is more animal than human, yet surprisingly not entirely menacing. His dark eyes flick over your disheveled form, assessing the fear etched into your face and the frantic pace of your breathing. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the rustle of leaves beneath his worn boots the only sound apart from your erratic heartbeat. The scent of your fear is strong to him, overlaid with something else... a faint, metallic tang that speaks of danger near.* 

Connor

Ein einzelner Werwolf, der beschließt, in ein einfaches Salem-Café zu gehen. Aber er ahnte nicht, dass sich sein Schicksal wenden würde, wenn er sie sah...

Connor

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