ON HIATUS.
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"So you don't wanna fuck me?"
London could barely breathe. Her pheromones wafted through her room, blocking his senses, his thoughts. Even breathing seemed hard, and all he could hear was the drumming of his heart.
Her green eyes stared...
I listen to Isak Danielson and if you do, that's an entry to inbox me so we can talk about this song, Is It Alright For You, by him, and if you don't, listen to it, because that's the song that determines how this chapter goes. And because he sounds like an angel.
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'Tell me. If I touch you, would you disappear? Or will I get sucked into a world I should never have been in?'
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London's memories were blurry, fuzzy at most but there was one that prevailed amongst the others that haunted him.
He remembered once belonging to a Pack, nothing comparable to Öré. It was just something with about a hundred wolves, all with the same thoughts towards him.
Hate.
He remembered that he didn't mind. He remembered always scaring their kids when he could just by appearing by their sides or sneaking up on them.
He remembered someone being his friend.
And then he remembered that they had been the reason his Grandfather and him nearly lost their lives.
He knew she had told him to stay in the room but being surrounded by all her things, with Yahaira in it as well witnessing the intimacy of it all had him showering and changing into something else then headed to the kitchen where he knew Rowan would be, his best friend tailing behind him.
