When you are forced to ride horseback, for three days, with the man that you have been having visions about, the first man ever to make you feel a need that you've never felt.
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Haldis stilled by the edge of the soft-looking mattress. His brea...
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Her Room
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The Brothel
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The Werewolf/beast -.-.-.
Beautiful sunkissed fingers stroked my short hair behind my pointed ear. I had never seen this woman before but love for her was imbedded into my soul.
My inhabitant's care for her ran deep.
No more than a child, I realized as I wiggled my toes causing the covers to rustle not too far from my face.
She begins humming a soft tune in a language I had never heard. She leans down and her warm soft lips push firmly against my forehead.
Just as she pulls away something wet and sticky slid down my face, narrowly missing my eyes. It pooled around my mouth, the metallic taste exploding against my tastebuds.
My fingers lazily touched the thick liquid only to realize that were covered in blood.
Slowly, so antagonizing slowly I glance up to come face to face with the most terrific beast I had ever seen, itsred hot gaze set upon me with the dead woman now sliding down his massive body, her eyes lifeless and her throat gapping opening silencing the lullaby.
