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Chapter 67
Sure, most humans live with or near supernaturals and don’t know, but to live in a town predominantly supernatural and not know, you can’t help but smile. I can just imagine how that would go down if they found out. You will have your divide of those that don’t give a s**t with the good old country loyalty of “we’ve known Dave most our lives, who cares if he’s a wolf-man thing. No wonder he was great at wood cutting.” And others that would do the normal human reaction of freaking out and running until they can find a good pitchfork and mob to help them. “Wow. I didn’t expect that many. What do you mean here and there?” Mind blown. “We own a couple of mines and businesses where they work and live. The standard fly in, fly out arrangement so we have temporary housing at the pack as well.
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