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... fingers toward my face, warm and sweet, with a hint of cinnamon that was too sweet. My nostrils flared, wolf instincts snarling poison, trap, lie, but the ache in my bones whispered just one sip, just warmth. Selene stepped closer, boots silent on stone.
"Enjoy your tea, sweetie." She purred, voice like silk over blades.
I didn’t move. Not yet. My claws stayed dug into the floor. My tail stiffened as her shadow stretched toward me a predator offering mercy that wasn’t mercy at a ...
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