WILLIAMNINE YEARS LATER Nine years went by agonizingly slow; every single second felt like an eternity. In this long period of time without my mate, I had begun losing my temper to a point where I didn't feel sane anymore. People were afraid of me before, but now they were petrified. To calm myself down, I'd often visit my little angel at night. She was fifteen years of age now and as I had predicted, she had blossomed into a stunning beauty. I closed my eyes and let the breath, I was holding in, out which caused the glass in front of me to fog; I felt like a total creep standing outside a fifteen-year old's window watching her
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