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Chapter Twelve
Damon I place a hand on my chest, feeling it clenching in pain as I look out the glass window of New York City. In my entire centuries of existence, I have never experienced this kind of pain. A pain where it brings uneasiness, discomfort and anxiety. All I can think of is Alice, wondering where she is or what she is doing at the moment—wanting her to be somewhere safe, someplace good. A werewolf feels the overwhelming sensation whenever we meet our soulmates. Truth be told, during the first few decades, I was busy searching. A life of a werewolf can be lonely and self-consuming. Therefore, I turned towards looking for true love; knowing it is a gift by the moon goddess after being cursed into this state forever. It was heart-wrenching, knowing that every
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