She raises her head, her lips nearing my lips. And she whispers, “What are you going to do to me, pack leader?”
My blood heats, and in the pit of her ear, I murmur, “Make wolf pups with you.”
Daisy almost lets out a breathy cry, but my hand runs over her mouth, quieting the noise.
bro. GET ME OUT. ur two fucking immature rich kids but somehow adult age. not fucking supernatural werewolves.
— Sep 26, 2025 08:55PM
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