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Dex
Age Twenty
“Owoooooo!”
High-pitched howls echo in through my bedroom door, along with the click-clack of tiny paws racing across the outer hallway. I wake up and smile.
The shifter pups are racing through my palace again. Fifth time this week.
I’d love to join in right away. Still, as pack alpha I must set a good example. I slide out of bed and into my formal kit as leader of Wulfhelm. That means a black leather jerkin, along with matching pants and boots. A short cape hangs over my shoulders. I have long black hair, pale skin, and a lean body that’s roped with muscle. Once I’m ready, I open my door and step into the corridor beyond.
Wulfhelm territory includes a castle-city and acres of woodland. My little corner is called Thornfield. It’s a medieval-style building that mixes
