Chapter 8 Ashley
I’m more than confused about the dementia crisis, there’s no other word, from Sean. He is completely going crazy outside and lost control of his lion, trashing everything in its path, a real m******e. A magnificent lion, by the way. An imposing beast of at least 200 kg, with well-drawn muscles, a hair the color of hot desert sand and a thick mane in which I would have liked to slide my fingers to know if it is also soft that she looks like. Finally, in other circumstances, because given the fury which the animal displayed, it was better not to approach it if we held a little bit to life. I tried to calm it down, but I couldn't even touch it mind because of the rage taking over. The betas are however chosen for their usual self control. Sean may have a mask of coldness, bu
