Chapter 43 The Thinning Veil

CONAN.

“She tasted like the storm,” I murmured to the empty room, resting the back of my hand against my mouth.

“She tasted like a Queen,” my wolf rumbled back, completely sated, pacing in the dark confines of my mind. “She pulled us into the pouring rain and took the claim. The bond is awake. Do ...

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