He Bent My Wolf Over and Proceeded To Take His Love From Me

 

He is exactly my type.
I mean, look at him.
His body… his face… those pecs.
Makes me want to drop my drawz every time I see him.
But, alas, he is not interested in me.

Nor you, my Foxy like counterparts.
Don’t smirk Hybrids because he doesn’t want you either.
Nope.

He wants his hungry for his own kind.
He is usually not satisfied until he has successfully turned one out.
Sometimes he does it for fun and other times, he does it for the challenge.

Has anyone ever met…

THE WOLF SLAYER?

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