TWENTYTHREE-SELLYOURSOUL
It had been three days since Astoria, or...Amelia, I wasn't really sure who she was or what to call her anymore, had vanished into the woodland. Ozymandias and I had spent the long nights scanning the vast darkness. Every night we came up empty. The alpha had been.. different since that night, softer, gentler.. kinder. I wasn't sure how to feel about him, my heart called to him, it told me to trust him, that his intentions were pure. My head however, screamed to run. Something about the darkness in his eyes cried out to me that something was wrong, but my body betrayed me, every time he was near I felt weak.. I hated it. He didn't even have to say anything for the weakness to set in, his scent was purely enough. Strong and dark and rich, something distinctly male. Still every time I
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