THE GODDESSES OF WOLVES
I was completely taken aback by the size of the three werewolves. Their dark brown fur makes them about the same size as Laurence's body when he shifts into a wolf. But there's something else about them—a distinct smell, a unique odor that is similar to death. The three wolves gradually turned into humans, with the brows meeting in the middle, the bent fingernails returning to their former shape, and the head and a small pair of ears emerging with a swinging stride. Their clothing is new to me, as if they had come from another country. They are both wearing a long white and thick hooded dress, surrounded by red embroidery, and they are simply wearing sandals. They look like angels to me, with a gentle and clean appearance. And I think they traveled a long way to get into this place. Lau
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