Anna couldn't help but admit. "Same here. Those times I used to stay over at your place, I silently prayed that your mother would make her legendary Mac and cheese. Talk about her lasagna." Anna cried. "She's such an amazing cook. I can still taste her Mac and cheese on my tongue right now. Her meatballs, ughhh!" Lucian watched both ladies. He envied how they lived such a normal life. He was content, he wasn't going to lie. He was used to the brutality that came with being raised as a werewolf. The killings, blood, gore, death. He was used to it. But sometimes, he wished he'd led a normal life. A happy family, high school, college and a cool girlfriend. He gagged at the thought. Now, he didn't like the idea of living that way. It was boring. Really boring. No excitement or anything of the sort. He didn't enjoy what they enjoyed. The buzz from alcoholic drinks, no. No matter how much he took, he never got drunk. Weed was far from it. He hated the strong stench. It wasn't f
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