Liliths POV He licked my damned wounds. What the fuck was up with that, and why did my skin feel tingly as he did it? He was almost drooling, like the taste of my skin was sweet nectar on his tongue. I lay back in the unfamiliar bed, trying to remember anything, but my brain physically smarts at my efforts to search through it, an aching throbbing underneath my forehead. It's like there's a massive brick wall that I can't even push down with my bare hands, I feel memories sitting behind it, ready to burst through, but they can't. He, Theo, said I was a werewolf. A fucking werewolf. You are. There's that voice again. My name is Abyss. Am I crazy, fuck, I must be? Hearing fucking voices in the back of my head like a loon and also staying inside this house where I know no one, and no one seems to know me. I'm your wolf. Wolf right... You are safe here. How do you know that? Theo is safe. You can trust my senses. Ha, trusting a fucking voice in the back of my head. I g
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