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Chapter 167: The Rejects of the Werewolf World

ROSE

You’re doing very well, Rose….

Mum? The silhouette looks like my mother. Smells like her too. But her hair was long and silver. Like the moon.

Is it the Moon Goddess?

Hello? My mind called out to her. Who are you? Tell me, please.

Save him, Rose… Save Keithen….

My face fell deadpan. How do you tell a mysterious voice to stop repeating the same thing over and over like a bad song?

I felt my eyelids and pushed at them—-a familiar jaw greeted me—and the evening colours of the skies… and trees, and—.

Trees?!

Instantly, I sobered up. Then, I saw the vessel that was carrying me and felt a chill up my spine—the chill of embarrassment. Hastily, I pushed at the firm broad chest of muscles—made a Herculean effort to ignore the fact that I miss touching him—and yelled, ‘Put me down!’

And Rum halted. Without a word, he laid me on my feet and watched me in silence as I bounced away from him, knocking into someone. I turned and found myself staring at a familiar werewoman. A second l
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