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A pleasant strain lingered in my muscles as I descended the stairs, the wild strawberries now part of me. I didn’t particularly like the new set of clothes Rosanna gave me, but it was better than nothing. Ashleigh curled her hand around me, tickling the exposed skin above my hip. I smiled and pressed myself tighter into her, the bond between us sizzling after our mating.
The scent of freshly baked bread and grilled vegetables lured me to the common room where the rest of our group were already seated at the round table.
“My friends! Join us for breakfast,” Rick bellowed.
The feast stretched in front of my eyes was too tempting to resist and we slipped onto the benches. The owner loaded our plates with roasted meat, charred wild vegetables, and a big chunk of fresh bread. Salivating,
