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... erent from any other shifter}
I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my body still thrumming with the ghost of his touch. The air in my room was thick, but it wasn’t the summer heat suffocating me, it was him. Ralph Rougarou. His scent still clung to my skin, a mixture of pine, earth, and something wild, something primal that made my instincts howl in protest at what I had done.
I pushed him away. I should have felt relief. Instead, I felt raw, gutted, like I had tor ...
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