Chapter 21 A Mate for Justin

The Healer returned, her face red with frustration. "Idiots," she hissed. "They can't even handle a basic moon-cycle without losing their minds."

She turned to me, snapping on a pair of thin latex gloves. "Now. Jacket off. Let's see this Northern 'Ghost-Walker' skin."

I slowly unbuttoned the jacket,...

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