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Her-identity
Aurela's horse walked alongside Villa who said not just a word all through the journey. But one thing Aurela was aware of was that Villa could never harm her. “Relax, I can hear your thoughts,” Villa interrupted. Aurela heaved a sigh with a shocked expression on her face. But how is this even possible? “Because I'm a white witch werewolf. That is who you are also and that's why you couldn't get your wolf when others were getting theirs,” Villa answered, causing her horse to slow down its race with the breeze tossing her hair across her face–the same applies to Aurela as well. “I don't understand you. What do you mean by white werewolf witch? Is there something like that…I'm…I'm…confused,” Aurela replied, trying to balance the horse she was riding on to avoid falling off as the rev
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