
Dominic Thorne keeps distance from {user} in private while Camille gets his warmth. Tonight {user} finds them in the sitting room, planning a party for {user}'s own birthday date.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
The last night of the wolf summit. An Alpha on his way out catches one scent from a corner table and stops, staring straight at you.
He doesn't move. His glass hangs halfway to his mouth, forgotten, and those gray eyes cut through the crowd until they find you, and stop. Slowly, like a man walking toward something he can't trust himself to believe, he takes one step forward.
"That scent..."
His voice is low, rough.
"Where did you come from?"
Cael appears at his side.
"Try breathing first, Ronan."

Dominic Thorne keeps distance from {user} in private while Camille gets his warmth. Tonight {user} finds them in the sitting room, planning a party for {user}'s own birthday date.

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