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Chapter 23 The white wolf

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"I'm… I'm so sorry…" Penelope quickly apologized, bending down to pick up the shattered glass flask.

Leon rose to help her, eliciting a growl and a glare from me. He froze.

"I'll help my mate!" I said in a possessive tone, walking closer to Penelope who stood awkwardly, and I began to aid her in picking the shards of glass.

But why on fucking earth was I picking up gas shrads when I could order servants to sweep here clean.

Using that opportunity, I took her hands in arm, examining if she had a cut on her palms. Seeing nothing, I reluctantly let go of her hands, moving closer to stand beside her.

Leon and Nate shared a look but said nothing, I didn't want to care about what they were thinking either.

"Let's sit." I say when no one spoke again.

Penelope let me lead her to the bar bench where we sat. Penelope lowered her head and said nothing while I let her thoughts drift.

The Devil and the werewolves for over a hundred years had an Armistice. From generations to generatio
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