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“Fine,” Eira said with a heavy sigh. She shifted into her wolf form, and I crouched down. Her white shoulders tensed as I slipped the fabric over her eyes and tied it as tightly as I could without hurting her. My fingers brushed the thick fur at the nape of her neck, and I had to physically resist the urge to dig my fingers in and pet her. The strong, inexplicable pull dragged me toward her once again, and the never-ending hunger for death was sated whenever she was around, fading into nothing. It was only temporary though, as I’d discovered the other night when I’d gone out in the city on my own and put some distance between us. Still, she was the only thing I had found that could take it away. I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling for just a moment before I forced myself to pull awa
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