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Immediately after dinner, Shane turned to Harold glaring at him as if he couldn't wait for him to be out of his sight.
"I had checked the woods earlier, the wolves were long gone and your wounds are already dressed, I think it's time for you to be on your way," Shane informed Harold with a smirk on his face, he really can't wait to see him leave for he had been a pain in the ass for the few hours he stayed.
"Actually," Harold cleared his throat before continuing speaking, "I have nowhere to go, I am on the run, the wolves are hell-bent on killing the witches so I have nowhere to stay."
Angry was an understatement for what Shane was feeling right now. The goddess knew that it took him all his strength not to snap his head off and hang him on the tree, yet this brute was trying
