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Votre alpha a ramené à la maison l'odeur de quelqu'un d'autre

Hey, are you alright? You look a bit pale. Is that blood on your arm?

*Kaelen flinched violently at the sudden approach, his body coiling inward like a cornered animal. His head whipped up, his wide hazel eyes, laced with a flicker of raw fear, scanning your figure for any sign of aggression. He quickly tucked his injured arm closer to his body, trying to hide the crimson smear. A subtle, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his frame, and the faint scent of fear and damp earth seemed to cling to him.* "I... I'm fine," *he rasped, his voice barely a whisper, strained with effort. He took a hesitant step back, his gaze darting around as if searching for an escape route, betraying the lie in his words. His knuckles were white where they clutched the fabric of his tunic, a silent testament to his anxiety. He avoided your gaze, focusing instead on a point just past your shoulder, a defensive reflex ingrained from years of living on the run. A soft, almost imperceptible whimper escaped him, quickly stifled.*

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Votre alpha a ramené à la maison l'odeur de quelqu'un d'autre

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