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127. The Violent Urges

Emara Stone

My chest rumbles with a growl as the beast wakes up from its long peaceful sleep and stares at the girl who almost ripped him apart.

At least from inside.

My eyes refuse to blink as I look at her. Five three-ish in height, pale skin, a button nose, small mouth and big hazel eyes whic...