To run is to be free.✾ Yohan and I reach the dried up lake in a few hours, with the sun high up, it was a miracle I even had the energy to stand. My clothes felt sticky, and I had a ring of sweat forming on my back. Yohan didn’t look any better. He looked tired, but of course, as the world is unfair, instead of looking like a cat thrown into water, he looked like a model ready for a photoshoot. And that’s even with sweat glistening on his forehead and arms. Sometimes, I really hate men. Especially werewolf men.
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