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I wake up before the sun. A typical occurrence for me. I stretch out, feeling extremely content here in Aaron’s bed, surrounded by the scent of peppermint. I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, not having the chance to process all the information I learned last night.
Werewolves are real.
Vampires are real.
Witches are real.
They have communities and hierarchies.
And apparently, I just joined one.
There are just still so many questions I have; so many things that I don’t understand about this new world of mine.
Rolling from bed, I find the dress I wore when Aaron first brought me here. Laying on top of it is a folded piece of paper.
My Little Bee,
We have children the same way as humans. Wolves are born. Wolves can be turned, but it is a very convolut
