Hunting My Werewolf Ex
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Curfew night. Storm-black sky. My werewolf husband racing his red fox mistress through the no-fly zone like it's a goddamn game.
Ivy's wasted, craving adrenaline. She banks hard into my son's flight path.
Impact. Explosion. Metal rain.
Silas cradles his sobbing side piece while my boy's helicopter spirals into hell:
"Easy, sweetheart. You're breathing, that's what counts. Little punk got himse...
Ivy's wasted, craving adrenaline. She banks hard into my son's flight path.
Impact. Explosion. Metal rain.
Silas cradles his sobbing side piece while my boy's helicopter spirals into hell:
"Easy, sweetheart. You're breathing, that's what counts. Little punk got himse...









