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My mate was even more beautiful in real life. Her auburn mane was redder than it had looked on screen, the knot she’d tied it in slowly dissolving, letting a few strands flow loose. They framed her pale face perfectly. Her mossy eyes were fixed on me, the intensity of her gaze speaking of an inner strength that her feeble body lacked. She was no longer n***d, although the yellow moss wrapped around her middle didn’t look like it would last for much longer. It only reached halfway down her thighs, while the upper edge didn’t fully cover her breasts. I forced myself to look at her face. Her innocent, sweet face. No fangs, no tusks, just pale pink skin that looked too soft for this dangerous world.
Yet she’d growled at me. A sound I’d first mistaken for a predator before realisin
