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cakeThe dark wolf thrived on instinct; he, perhaps more than other wolves, was largely controlled by those things which had kept them alive as animals before they had changed. He fought his nature because it was what he had been taught to do. In the woman he could sense no fear and this fed something inside him, the part of him that existed to conquer, to dominate; challenges were more than just entertainment to him, they were a reason to keep breathing. He knew this was meant; it had been written, he was merely here to find out how it would unfold.
cake"I will tell you, Miss Aurèle,” he replied, blue eyes flashing as he watched her, "I will tell you that and anything you want to know, but knowledge comes with a price.” As he said this, he continued to smile that strange smile. Still he hadn’t moved. "Or I will not answer your question and will instead leave. Tell me what you want.”
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