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... to Graeme who was clawing his hands through his hair in frustration.
It was now past midnight on Samhain, and they were all still at the treehouse discussing how to move forward. Greta had finally gotten Graeme to stop pacing, but now he was raking his hands through his hair and his beard, growling to himself.
Why couldn't he remember more about his mate? Why couldn't he remember August Moon? She was there, threaded through every part of him. He could feel her like he could feel ...
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