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Chapter 33
The six friends sat in the living room in Lydia’s cottage, playing a board game, while Sadie read one of Arla’s werewolf textbooks for the five hundredth time. She let out a long, dramatic sigh, causing the rest of them to look in her direction, noticing the wistful look on her face.
“Uh, are you ok, Sadie?” asked Sebastian, a little warily.
“What? Oh, yeah, sorry,” she replied. “I just get caught up in the romance every time I read about werewolf mates.”
“Is it different from the way witches choose partners?” questioned Sebastian. He’d never really taken much interest in Arla’s background before.
“Oh, yes! Very different,” replied Sadie, eager to share her knowledge. “Werewolves don’t get to choose their mates.”
“What?”
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