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... the bait." Shadow announced, the words sounding like a well-written poem in Daemon’s ears.
Daemon leaned into his well-cushioned chair, the thought that it would be the last time he would sit on the tent chair causing him to massage his now stiff shoulders.
The full moon was alive that night, which meant that his wolf raged to be free. The urge was particularly fiercer and Daemon had a feeling it had something to do with its previous unrest. The unrest still lingered on, but he ...
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