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Dad sighs, nodding his head then he kisses my forehead and he heads down to the beach, his power slowly rises from his feet, twirling around him and spreading across the sand to where the lone wolf stood. I'm not a fan of animals but I had to say this wolf was beautiful, its fur was dark grey and not silver like a normal timber wolf, no its fur was almost matt in colour, his eyes were bright light blue, like the sky, not the water, so bright from far away you would think they were white. I followed dad down, the wolf had now stopped and his eyes landed directly on me, as he searched my face I swear he was looking straight through me and right into my soul. Dad's power surrounds him, making him jump and growl at the power in fear, trying to find space to get free, but suddenly dad's powe
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