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Fusilis

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Fenrir enters the room once more in fresh clothes, the blood gone from his skin. He looks at me, and I immediately stand, feeling like a hollow shell. What is this emptiness I feel? His hand lands on my cheek and prickles run over my skin, making me nauseous. For some reason, his touch does this. I thought it was described as sparks for the mate bond, but it isn’t what I had imagined. He leans in to kiss me, and I turn my face away. He immediately stops his advance and growls, walking away. I huff and follow the heavy aura that seems to follow Fenrir everywhere.

I sit at the table outside, and Fenrir immediately begins digging into the food, and all the girls sit staring at me. I turn from them and look to Fenrir, but he pays no mind to me and continues eating. I take a small bite of food, and all of the women finally pick up their silverware to eat. I look at Fenrir, and he still doesn’t acknowledge me, I spend the rest of the meal pushing food around my p
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