Mamamoo - Decalcomanie (slowed version)
I took a deep breath as I checked myself in the stone wall LED light mirror glass for one last time. Felt satisfied with my brown satin lauder dress with a dark brown leather belt.
I was on the way to meet Anders' parents with him to the Wolf-shifter's Alpha Empire in Connecticut. He didn't speak a single word in the entire ride. His eyes were closed, but he didn't sleep. We filled the surrounding atmosphere with awkwardness. It felt so awkward even to be on my phone.
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ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ (ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1)
Werewolfᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜɴᴀʀ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀsᴄᴜʟɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪɴɪᴛʏ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ...