Aria The next day, we descended from Craigwood Mountain as Peter had promised. It didn’t take long before we reached a small town called Darkwood, a few miles from the base of Craigwood Mountain. To a regular human, the distance couldn’t be covered by foot. But for us werewolves, it was nothing. However, since I was wearing a dress, Peter decided to bring the truck. True to his word, he didn’t want to waste my effort of fixing myself for this occasion, and I agreed. It was a rare occasion for me to dress up like a doll, the last time being during Cassie’s grand eighteenth birthday celebration. As expected, we reached the place in no time. I scanned the outside of the bar the moment I stepped out of the truck. The place looked fancy but not in an overbearing way. It was both rustic and chic, a very unusual combination, if you ask me. Needless to say, the bar looked inviting, especially to someone like me who hadn’t been to any place like this before. There were two old trucks parke
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