It's so much worse than I could have imagined.
She didn't just cut me off from my wolf, or even simply kill me. She made me a golden retriever and sent me to a shelter.
I'm ready to die in truth now, I'm hoping for it even.
And then my mate walks in...but how am I supposed to convince him I'm the strong partner he needs to help him stop the end of the world when I can’t stop wagging my freaking tail?
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