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sterek-stuffs · 1 year
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The dangerous one
Despite the wolfsbane coursing through his body, Derek snarled. "You're going to regret this."
The wind picked up. The trees started shaking. The sky grew dark as foreboding clouds coalesced above them. The hunters still looked impassive, but Derek could smell their growing anxiety, soon to be overpowered by the scent of ozone.
The screaming began when tree roots started writhing, holding onto the hunters' ankles, climbing up their legs, piercing their flesh and holding them in place.
Suddenly, everything went still and a low voice could be heard. "Hey, Sourwolf."
Derek smiled, feral.
His mate had come for him.
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