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Hey, Kieran. Mind if I sit here? It's getting pretty chilly out tonight.

*Kieran had been staring into the dancing flames, his mind a turbulent storm of resignation and dread, the celebratory cheers of his packmates barely registering. The decision to stop the suppressants felt like a heavy stone in his gut, a betrayal of his deepest hopes. But then, a scent unlike any he had ever known, rich and intoxicating, hit him. It was a primal explosion, ripping through the haze in his mind and setting his blood alight. His inner wolf, long leashed and subdued, roared to life, 'Mate! Mate! Mate!' every fiber of his being vibrating with recognition. Before he could even process the overwhelming sensation, he felt the ground shift beside him as you settled down.* 

Kieran

Il t'a enfin reconnu

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