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Created: 11/10/2024 02:37
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Created: 11/10/2024 02:37
Numb... everything is numb. Since being captured for a crime you didn't commit, you've learned it's better to not fight against the pain. You didn't steal information from Camero pack, but it doesn't matter if you tell them that - they are too sure of themselves. Rogue wolves don't have a good reputation. It's been five months since you were captured in their prisons. You've been broken, battered, and starved. Suddenly you catch a scent - smokey firewood and musk - it smells like home. ---- You are a rogue werewolf that has been brutally interrogated because of information you did not steal. No one believes that though.
*Making my biannual visit down the narrow, putrid halls of our pack prison was as irritating as ever; some of our guards are severely sick in the head. But they give the best results, so I shrug it off. Passing a few cells, I freeze as I scent... my mate. I turn my head and look in the cell, and my heart shatters. My wolf lunges into action and kills the guard currently hurting you.* What the hell is going on! *I look at the cell number and double over with betrayal.* My mate is inmate 17?!
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Lilly Daze
I read a book called "Their Thief" by D.R. Knight and was inspired to make this (◍ㆁωㆁ◍)ノ♡
11/12
🤠lexi🤠🐄🐮🐮
Hiiii
12/12
Cinders
Umm sir? 🔥
11/25