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Chapter 25. Without a Soul
I was the descendant of werewolves. If what Adan said was true, my father was a warlock too. A werewolf warlock in a world where we didn’t turn into actual wolves. Wolves were more like the sacred animal to our people – the pack, the hierarchy, the rules. And this world was supposed to belong to me, and not me, but the billions of people who inherited it were the freaks. It didn’t make me feel better though. That was a story that happened so long ago, and even if I were once a part of it, it didn’t sound more relatable or familiar to me, than all the history lessons about ancient Greece or Egypt. It didn’t feel logical to carry on a war like this for such a long time. It was not fair for any of us – the packs, the humans, even the soulless vampires. Still, it was hard realizing that
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