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CHAPTER 32: WE'RE IN

GERARD'S POV

"Ingrid, are you sure you mixed the potion exactly as Isis said?" I asked after my nose got a whiff of the awful smell.

"Stop your whining and drink the thing. I have a mate to fuck. I'm trying to get pregnant again," Ingrid complained and Allen stiffened beside her.

"But your son is not even 3 months old."

"Gerry, a fool like you won't understand. Just drink," she shoved the spoon in my mouth.

"Oh sweet Moon Goddess, this taste like swamp water," Percy complained.

"Jesus Christ! Ingrid This is awful," I coughed.

"It's either this or you'll walk into that assembly hall and be killed on the spot when those hunters learn you're a werewolf," Cleo added.

"I know Pretty girl, but why can't these potions be incorporated into fried chicken recipes or pie mixtures," I sucked my teeth.

"Shut up Gerry - now how do you feel?" Ingrid asked.

"Fine."

"Allen, can you smell his wolf?" Ingrid inquired.

"No, I can't - it's like he's human," Allen said, surprised.

"Excellent," Ingrid said.
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