The winter in my soul, never been thawed by the hopeless sunshine.
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Vincent watched Arah dancing with a man in a dark black mask. He didn't know who he was, but he didn't like the way the man was looking at her or touching her.
He fisted his palms to the side. Looking at them together was a torture for him, and even his wolf, the usually stoic and cruel Leo, who didn't even think twice before slaughtering his mate like she was just some meat for his next dinner... felt a little agitated.
Leo paced inside him, totally confused about what he was feeling. It was a strange feeling for the wolf.
"I think she is some kind of black sorcerer." Leo voiced out, and Vincent wanted so badly to laugh at his wolf.
"Yeah, right, asshole..." Vincent retorted. Leo was a bastard, and a bastard
