Sorry for the long wait (refer to the author's note for further detail!) I'm back and have sooooo many plans for Seth and Jane *cue evil but sweet- because I would never do anything permanently terrible to these two wonderful characters- laugh* Thanks for reading! Comment below what you think!


Twenty-Four: It's Only a... Dream?

Seth's POV

Jane wasn't sleeping soundlessly.

She woke me up in the middle of the night by accidentally kneeing me in the thigh. Though it hardly hurt, even my sleep filled brain was able to notice how restless she was, and so I woke up pretty quickly after that.

Jane must have tossed off her covers in her sleep, because she was naked from her smooth, pristine back all the way down to her ankles, where the covers were bunched together around her feet. I tried not to let myself stare at her perfect, bare ass that was popped right in the air as she slept on her stomach, as I leaned down to grab the sheet to re-cover her.

It took me a few seconds to manage to untangle Jane from the sheets. She appeared to have somehow knotted them around herself. Carefully, I lifted one leg and then the other, gently untying the fabric and then rubbing her calves after I was done.

"Mf," Jane tossed again, kicking her feet out rather dramatically. I jumped a little bit, for her sudden movement started me.

Jane continued kicking, but it was more like she was trying to push the blankets away once more. She didn't appear violent, but rather uncomfortable. She turned her face to the other side, moaning something incoherent just as she raised both of her arms above her head, burying them underneath her pillow.

I reached for the sheets again and slowly draped them over top of her, letting the backs of my fingers tenderly stroke against her butt before I left it tucked a few inches below her neck.

Jane mumbled.

She rolled onto her back now, and from this angle, I was able to see her face. Jane's usually content, innocent expression that filled her features when she was asleep were nonexistent. I stiffened.

Jane's eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were parted. She kept shaking her head back and forth, and she couldn't seem to lie still. Only, that wasn't what worried me. That wasn't what reached inside of my chest and grabbed onto my heart and squeezed it a few, heartbreaking times.

Jane was crying.

Jane's cheeks were damp and pink as fresh tears fell down her cheeks. It was the saddest sight I had ever seen.

I pulled myself overtop of her, using my forearms to hold myself up so that I didn't squish her, and then leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

"Jane," I whispered gently. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her, especially right now.

She only grew more restless, nearly fighting to break free from underneath me.

Okay- what the hell was going on?

"Jane."

I reached for her shoulder and gently shook her, not enough to hurt her, but just enough to wake her up.

Jane's eyes batted open quickly, and with a tiny gasp she awoke.

"Seth?" Her voice was hoarse from sleep; usually I would have found that sexy, but it was hard to find Jane anything but depressing when she was crying. She was the saddest crier in the entire world; I would have put money on it.

"Hi," I spoke gently to her, brushing her hair off of her shoulder.

She blinked a few times too quickly before she began rubbing the backs of her hands against her eyes.

"What's going on?" She asked, that high, melodious voice as sweet as ever.

I brushed all of the hair off of her shoulders and onto the mattress. God, Jane was gorgeous. Her collarbones were defined and when she laid down they stared back at me- she stared back at me- like art. She looked like a painting, like she couldn't be real.

"Seth?" She sounded nervous now.

"Are you okay?" I asked her gently.

Jane frowned. "Me? Yes. I was sleeping."

I nodded. "Were you having a nightmare?"

Jane's eyebrows furrowed. She cocked her head at me. "No."

I frowned. "Then why are you crying?"

"Hm?"

It took a minute for Jane to comprehend what I was asking her, but I bet that was more due to having just woken up than anything. Seeming to come to realization, she pressed her fingers to her cheeks, catching the liquid and then holding her hands out to stare at them.

"Oh," Her eyes widened, and then she surprised me. Jane quickly swiped at her eyes, a blush forming on her cheeks that was even prevalent in the darkness, before nervously wiping her tears away on the sheets.

"Sorry," Jane whispered, her tone was teetering on jumpiness.

I was confused.

"Love, there's nothing to apologize for."

Jane's already wide eyes practically turned two sizes bigger. A softness took form there that I had never seen before. She even pouted her lower lip just a little bit.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you like that, Janesie?"

She nodded quickly.

"I can call you love every day for the rest of your life," I kissed her collarbone, unable to help myself any longer. "But could you please explain to me why you're crying, and why the reason embarrassed you so much?"
Jane's cheeks flamed red.

"Seth," She was flustered now. "It was nothing."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Were you having a wet dream?"

Jane gasped. "No!" She practically stuttered due to embarrassment. "Who cries during a wet dream?"

I swallowed down how badly I wanted to laugh. "That's what I was thinking! But if you did than I didn't want to make fun of you for it."

"I definitely do not cry during them," She huffed.

"No?" I leaned down, closer to her. "What do you do during them, love? Hm?"

Jane moaned. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Stop calling me that. I'll do whatever you want if you keep calling me that."

I wrapped an arm around her back and pulled away just enough so that I could see her face.

"Love," I began. She sighed happily, I suppressed a grin. "I want you to tell me why you were crying in your sleep."

Jane sighed. "It's kind of weird," She admitted.

"I bet it's not," I kissed her forehead.

"Yeah it is," She disagreed. "Sometimes, when I have dreams about my parents, I cry."

I blinked at her, waiting for her to continue. I was waiting for her to say something that matched her description of "weird," like then aliens came down and started experimenting on them and she was leading the operation. My dreams went a lot more like that.

Only, it was evident from the way that Jane's eyes were wide with nervousness and uncertainty as she awaited my response that she was done.

Shocked, I opened my mouth, only to close it again. I frowned. Opened it once more.

"Jane," I couldn't help but laugh. "That's not weird at all, baby."

She pouted. "It kind of is, Seth. They're not even nightmares, just dreams. Good dreams. Sometimes I wake up sobbing, but I'm not even sad."

I shook my head at her. "Love," I brushed the hair out of her eyes and watched with genuine happiness as she visibly softened at the nickname; I think that I found Jane's soft-spot. "That's not weird at all," I whispered to her. "Honestly, coming from a werewolf who has been surrounded by other werewolves and vampires nearly his entire life, I'd say that's pretty freaking normal."

Jane's eyes held mine, almost like she was making sure that I wasn't lying.

"You think?" She finally asked.

"Jane," I could hardly believe I had to explain this to her. I shook my head. "Let's see," I began. "Girl crying over dreams of dead parents." I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, I'd say that's pretty mundane, Jane. Sorry to break it to you."

Jane chuckled. Finally.

"Sorry I freaked you out," She raised her hands. Jane's delicate fingers expertly stroked along my arms and then played a melody across my chest. She painted pictures down my stomach until she stopped right beneath my belly-button; I wasn't sure if she was aware of what the hell she was doing, but I really wished she would never stop.

"You didn't freak me out," I kissed her cheek softly. "I just got worried."

"You don't need to be worried about me," Jane sighed contently. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down. I rolled to the side so that I wouldn't crush her, and cradled her tightly to my chest.

"Mmm," She moaned. "I feel so safe when you're holding me, Seth. My sleeping with you is one moment in my life when you don't need to worry about me."

I dropped my lips to her hair. I took a long, deep breath of the incredibly intoxicating smell of her hair, before kissing overtop of it.

"I love hearing that," I told her.

"I just think that being here brings up some memories of my parents, is all," She admitted, wrapping her arms around my back and gently strumming my bare skin there. "My parents loved the beach- we all did- it was the only place that we could all ever agree upon for vacations. My dad used to get air b&b's because they were cheaper than hotels and more private; this place reminds me of a few of them."

Instinctively, I held her tighter. "Yeah? Tell me more."

"There isn't much more to tell," Jane chuckles. "Just that they really loved the beach. They got married on the beach. Have you ever been to a beach wedding?"

There was so much innocence and hope behind that one, simple question, that I felt a surge of relief in the fact that I had actually been before.

"I have," I nuzzled my face into her neck. "Lena's parents got married on a beach. It was small but really nice. It fit their personalities well."

"That's sweet," She mused. "That's what my parents was like, too. I wasn't there- I mean, I was, actually, but I was way too little to remember. My mom got pregnant before they were married and her family basically disowned her. She almost got rid of me, because she was a dancer and it was the peak of her career; apparently she knew a lot of other dancers who had done the same thing."

"But my dad didn't want her to, and then she realized that she didn't want to, either. They broke up for a while; my mom's entire pregnancy, actually. The day I was born he barged into the hospital room and he demanded to speak with her because she had been ignoring his calls and he told her that she didn't have a choice, that he loved her and me and that they were going to do this together, as a family. They got married a week after I was born."

I wanted to immediately respond to Jane; it wasn't every day that she was telling me these things, but the truth was that I was shocked. I had never heard Jane give so much away about her parents. It was hard for her to talk about them; that much I knew, and she had just rattled on their entire life story as easy as breathing.

I wanted to somehow find the words to adequately explain how much that meant to me. I wanted to find a way to tell her that I wanted her to tell me these things for the rest of her life.

"Jane," I began, squeezing her tightly.

"They would have loved you so much, Seth," She mused, slipping her hands through my arms and then skimming them up my chest. "I mean it."

"And I would have loved them," I gently pulled her hair back to kiss her temple. "They made you. Plus, I would have had your dad to talk to when you ran away from me. Apparently, the Mcalister women enjoy being chased."

Jane burst out in giggles. Me? I was grinning ear to ear as I felt her chest vibrate against my body. I strived to make it a goal in my life to turn Jane's crying into laughing.

"You know you're so right," Jane teased me, pushing off of my chest just a little bit so that she could look up at me. "I was simply following tradition."

I laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. "Only difference is that I would lock you in my room for three entire trimesters before I let you be alone while pregnant."

Jane raised an eyebrow at me. "That doesn't sound stalkerish at all."

"Not stalkerish," I winked at her. "Just very possessive and helplessly in love with you."

Jane giggled. "You're right. You would take down any guy who tried to actually stalk me. Is that imprint protectiveness or just a you thing?"

I sighed, running my fingers easily through her hair. "Honestly, Jane, I'm not sure, but it's real. That's all I know. I'll protect you from everything."

A surge of what I had let happen between the vampire and her filled my brain. I frowned and kissed the top of her head.

"I don't care what it is," Her sweet voice hit my chest before she kissed me there tenderly. "I love it. It's sexy. Not the stalker part- the need to protect me."

I chuckled, her logic managing to pull me from my worries. "You know Lena had a stalker?"

Jane gasped. She pulled back and assaulted me with wide, surprised eyes. "Really?" She pushed. "Like, a real one."

"Yes," My eyes widened. "A super real one."

"Are you serious?" Jane gasped again.

I nodded.

"Well, what happened?"

I let out a slow, long breath. "A... lot," I struggled. "Are you sure you don't want to ask Lena about this? I probably shouldn't have even mentioned it, I just thought about it."

"Why shouldn't you have mentioned it?" Jane was suddenly frowning.

"Well," I stammered. "Just because she's your best friend; I thought maybe you'd want to hear it from her."

Jane's lips pulled up into a small smile. "Seth," She just barely whispered. "Lena's my best girlfriend, but you're my best friend. I want you to tell me everything."

I moaned.

"Oh, Jane." I dropped my head to her shoulder and breathed her in. It was impossible for this girl to get any sweeter.

Jane giggled. "I'm serious," She locked her arms around my neck. "I want to make sure you know that nothing is off limits. We can gossip about everyone."

"Wow," I laughed against her skin. "That sounds so nice of us."

"Tell me about the stalker," Jane got out between fits of laughter before pulling away to look at me.

"I don't know all the details," I revealed to her, "But it was a guy from her dad's football team; she went out with him once and I guess he just became obsessed. Embry was really hard on himself about all of it; him and Lena weren't talking during the time when it was all happening. They only started talking after she got shot."

"Lena got shot?" Jane exclaimed, her eyes wide.

I cringed. "Maybe I should have led with that."

"By the stalker?" Jane grasped my shoulders tightly in her tiny hands.

I nodded. "He confronted her at Lena's mom's birthday party. He was trying to shoot Emb because he thought that was who was keeping her away from him, but Lena begged him to shoot her instead."

"Wow," Jane's eyes grew really wide. "That's very... intense. I can't believe she did that."

"She thought that he was going to shoot Embry," I explained gently.

Jane thought for a moment before raising her wide, pondering eyes up to meet mine. "Is that an imprint thing?" She just barely whispered out the question. "Does it make everything that... that intense?"

I brushed the hair out of her eyes and watched her closely. I wasn't even searching for anything, I was just looking at her. At her big, trusting eyes, and her tiny, pointy nose. I was seeing her lips like it was the first time, how it popped on the bottom and how they were somehow always red even when she didn't have lipstick on. Jane blinked and her dark, long eyelashes still amazed me.

"Jane," I stroked my palm down her back. "I don't think that's an imprint thing at all. I think that's love."

Jane's features softened. "Want to go night-swimming?"

I couldn't help from laughing in disbelief. "Every time I think you're going to hit me with something romantic, Jane, you throw me for a curveball. What's that about?"

Jane giggled, throwing the covers off of her before jumping out of bed. "I like to keep you on your toes."

I practically chased after her. "Consider that achieved."


Jane's POV

It was a lot colder outside than I had expected. Certainly, it was surprisingly warm for this time of year, but that also had a lot to do with the fact that Seth ran about 180 degrees at all times; he kept me pretty steamy, both in the bedroom and out of it.

I blushed at my own thought process; what was it about Seth that made me turn into a pre-pubescent boy? He took my virginity and now all I could think about was sex! In fact, I hadn't realized how much I missed it when we weren't together until last night.

Having sex with Seth was different. It was a given: He was always going to succeed in making me cum. It was always going to end in pleasure of the greatest kind, with no nerves or demanding or anything else. I realized that I loved having sex with Seth because he treated me so incredibly.

"You sure about this?" Seth laughed, his breath hot in my ear as he hugged me from behind.

I shivered, but I wasn't sure if that was from the difference of his body temperate to the air or the way he whispered against my skin.

"Yeah," I whispered back. "I want to feel you inside of me in the water."

Seth's arms tightened around me as I worked to swallow down my blush. I was confident with my sexuality, but I had also never bluntly insinuated ocean sex before.

I actually got a little insecure when he didn't respond. "Is that okay?" I heard myself ask, no denying the nervousness in my tone. "I mean, is that weird? I'm sorry if that's weird. I-,"

"Jane," His voice was husky and deep, with a little hint of a rasp to it, like he was out of breath and struggling to get it out. "Stop it, please. That's not weird, I'm just trying to work my brain again after that."

I bit the corner of my lip to keep from smiling too big. I warmed and melted into him. "Oh, well... good."

"Good," He moaned, but his voice sounded more pained than anything. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He asked into my hair. "You're so beautiful, Jane. And so sexy, too. And the way you're able to articulate exactly what you want from me... it's overwhelming."

I hugged his arms tighter around me. "No one's ever treated me the way that you do, Seth," I whispered back to him. "I just want you to know how much I love you for it."

"You deserve to be loved like this, Jane," His voice was sterner now.

I chuckled. "You seem to think so."

"Don't even," He brushed his lips against my shoulder.

I sighed in ecstasy. "You always make me feel so good," I heard myself admit in pleasure. "I didn't know I could ever feel that good."

"Baby," Seth moaned, and before I knew what was happening, I felt his fingers brush my arms, and then slide around my waist. He held onto my hip with his left hand while his right traveled down, down, down, down-

"Ah," I gasped, just as his finger brushed against my clit.

My head was spinning. My knees were weak and my pulse was racing. Seriously, it was a shock that I didn't develop a heart murmur when he was making love to me; all it took was for him to kiss my neck and then just barely touch my sensitive spot and I was about to orgasm. It would have been embarrassing if I didn't have so much trust in him.

"Tell me how that feels, Jane," Seth's voice was tempting and scandalous as he whispered in my ear. I realized that I didn't have pants on, and that Seth was practically fingering me on a public beach in the middle of the night, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

This was erotic in a way that we had never been before. Sure, I swore and begged and moaned when we had sex, but this was dirty. Seth wanted me to dirty talk him.

It was music to my ears; more intense than any song I had ever played.

"It feels... incredible," I tried to find the right words. "It makes me ache for you, Seth." The words sounded a little weird coming from my lips, but once they were out I could tell how much Seth loved them from the way he moaned against my neck.

"What aches, love?" He asked, gripping my hip tighter.

I was sent flying in another dimension with his use of my favorite pet-name.

"My thighs and, and... inside. I'm so wet."

I blushed just a little bit. It was odd how natural this came to me when I had only been a virgin a few weeks ago.

Seth brushed his thumb against my clit and then in the midst of my moan he slid his finger right inside of me.

I gasped.

I could feel myself pulsating around his hot skin. The change in temperature did something to me; it made me lose my balance. I was sure if Seth hadn't wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me up I would have fallen over.

"Do you love it, Jane?" He asked, his voice deep and husky and filled with desire. I had never heard Seth like this before.

"Yes," I moaned. "Yes, yes, Seth. I love it so much."

He moved his finger in and out of me once. I whimpered when he stopped.

"Don't stop," I heard myself beg, my voice high.

"You want more?" He asked.

"Please," I moaned.

"You don't have to beg," He kissed the curve between my neck and my shoulder and I swore my eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Anything for you, Jane. Always. Anything that makes you feel this good I'll do for you forever."

"Than do it right now," I breathed. All this sexy talk and sensual promises were making me more turned on than I had ever been. This was nearly as torturous as when Seth and I had first slept together. I remember feeling like my body was going to combust if Seth didn't put himself inside of me already. But this...

This was sweet, sweet torture. He was inside of me. I could feel myself quivering and pulsating around him and every nerve in my body was demanding more. Begging for it. Needing it. He was inside of me, but he still wasn't doing what I wanted.

Overwhelmed, frustrated and overtaken, I wrapped my hand tightly around his and pressed him completely inside of me before pulling him back out.

A whine of pleasure escaped from my lips as his finger touched a spot in me that make my entire abdomen seize in pleasure.

"Jane," Seth moaned, but his voice was much more of a growl than anything, now. All in one motion, be pulled his finger out of me and then swiveled me around. I didn't have time to voice a complaint before he we pushing down on my shoulders, towards the sand.

I let him do what he wanted with me. The sooner he laid me down the sooner he could go back to doing what I needed him to do.

The sand was cool against my back once I lied down, but the cold went away quickly, for a second later I was arching my back, as Seth slipped two fingers inside of me.

I raised both of my arms over top of my head and moaned into my forearms. I had no idea what Seth was doing, but I had certainly never felt this before. He wasn't moving just in and out- no. Instead, he was shaking his hand with his fingers deep inside of me. It was almost like they were curved...

"Oh, Seth!" I gasped, my hips buckling as a wave of pleasure overtook my body.

"Jane," He responded, but his voice was so raspy I could barely understand him.

"Oh. My. Fucking. Seth," I nearly cried. My abdomen was screaming in a type of foreign pleasure. I felt a pressure build up in me that seemed practically unbearable. It was almost painful, but it definitely wasn't painful.

"Let it happen, baby," He whispered against my lower abdomen. He kissed me there gently as his fingers moved at an unyielding pace. "Just relax. Stop fighting it, love."

I whimpered in unexplainable pleasure as I tried to decipher his words. I had no idea what Seth was talking about, and I wasn't in the proper state of mind to decipher it.

"Relax," He rubbed the inside of my thigh with his palm.

"Fuck," I cried, arching my back uncomfortably high in the air.

I had no clue what Seth was instructing me to do. The only thing that stuck was him telling me to relax, and in a moment of understanding, I let the tension completely go in my thighs and stomach. I dropped my back down to the sand, and then...

My entire body shook with the most overwhelming orgasm I had ever had. But that wasn't all. My hips left the ground as I felt liquid squirt out of me. I couldn't help it. It just happened. It happened again and then once more and then it came to an abrupt, earth-shattering halt with one final quiver until my body went completely slack.

"Holy-,"

"Fuck, Jane," Seth's teeth were gritted. I blinked my delirious eyes up to meet his, and though it was hard to focus considering how hard I was breathing, there was a hooded mask of pure desire and need that I had never seen so intense on his face.

"Fuck, Jane," He repeated, before suddenly running an extremely shaky hand through his hair. "You don't understand," He gasped. "I'm going to... I'm going to cum just from watching that."

My lips parted. I reached for his boxers, but Seth's hands got there first. He ripped his boxers off, completely shredding them in half. He was huge, bigger than I had ever seen him. And when I wrapped my hand around him and gently pumped it up and down, he was harder than I had ever...

My mouth dropped as I watched him cum. His eyes were closed and his forehead was scrunched in pleasure as it came out on my lower abdomen, a little bit getting on my hand.

I couldn't tell if I was more exhilarated, shocked, or pleased. On one hand, I was freaking thrilled that Seth came basically from watching me cum. Secondly, I hadn't even realized it was possible, so my head was still spinning from it. Finally, I had never felt so pleased in my entire life on this earth.

Seth's eyes opened. Once he noticed my shocked face, I could see the immediate concern overtake his features. Seth switched right before my eyes from sexy, erotic and dangerous Seth to the sweet and caring boyfriend I had fallen in love with.

I had to blink my eyes to keep from getting dizzy.

"Are you okay, Jane?" Seth dropped himself over top of me, holding himself up by his forearms, which were placed on either side of me.

My eyes bulged. "Are you- what? What is wrong with you? Yes. Yes. Oh my God Seth, I've never felt anything like that in my life."

He leaned in. His eyes were wide. "Yeah?"

I moaned just from the memory. "Yes."

"Are you sure," He brushed my hair off of my shoulder. "Did I hurt you?"

I let out a shaky breath; my body was still adjusting, that was how intense that orgasm was. "No," I sighed. "Not at all. That was so intense, Seth."

He nodded his head slowly, his eyes looking me up and down and then taking extreme time to focus on my face. "I could tell," He finally let out a breath.

"What... happened?" I heard myself ask.

Seth raised an eyebrow at me. "You couldn't feel it?" He asked gently.

I shook my head. "Well," I started slowly. "I felt... something, but I wasn't sure what. I'm still not sure."

Seth's eyes were filled with gentleness as he kissed my temple delicately. He brushed his lips against my ear. "You squirted, baby," He told me softly. "It was so sexy."

With a tiny gasp slipping between my lips, Seth raised his head and our eyes connected.

"I did?" I asked in astonishment.

Seth moaned and nodded his head slowly. "Yes. Trust me, you really did."

I bit the corner of my lip. "Was it... sexy?"

Seth let out a fake cry as he rolled off of me, suddenly falling down in the sand. He moaned so loudly I actually jumped.

"Was it sexy?" He covered his hands with his face and repeated my question. "Oh, Jane," He moaned again. "Jesus, honey. Just, yes, Jane. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." He roughly rubbed his face and then caught my eyes. "Yes."

I blushed. "Okay then."

Seth dropped his head against the sand. "My God," I heard him mutter beneath his breath.

I couldn't help but giggle. "I'm so impressed with myself right now," I grinned. "I mean, you knew what you were doing so it was really all you, but wow! I had no idea I could do that! Go me!"

Seth moaned again, his eyes tightly shut together.

I rolled towards him and then hesitantly cuddled into his side. I kissed his cheek and then took a long, deep breath. I watched as Seth's chest slowly began to breathe less and less frantically. His eyes were still closed.

I gently brushed my fingers against his eyelids and leaned into him. "Did I break you?" I whispered quietly.

Seth's lips pulled up into a small grin. When he opened his eyes, I could tell just from looking at them that he was much more relaxed. Still, he shook his head at me, love practically radiating off of his gaze and inside of my chest. I never thought someone would look at me the way that Seth looks at me; this kind of stuff didn't happen in real life.

Seth reached for my hand, bringing it slowly to his lips and then kissing the side of it gently. "I swear," His voice was even and sincere. "I will love you forever, Jane."

My eyes softened. "Seth," I began, but in a single instant, I was suddenly flying through the air. I landed in the sand a little closer to the water.

I blinked.

What I saw was completely shocking.

I was dreaming.

I must have been.

And then it happened. I heard it. It was indisputable.

I gasped and covered my ears with my hands, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as I pulled myself into a tight ball.

Please wake up, I begged myself. Please wake up. Please wake up.

What I had seen was Seth... but he wasn't Seth anymore. Seth was wolf-Seth, only, that wasn't the only person or thing there.

There was a short scuffle. The flash of movement so quick my eyes couldn't catch it.

It was Seth and I lying together one minute and then wolf-Seth and someone else the next minute and then the undeniable sound of tearing flesh and bone and muscle and tissue as Seth- no, the wolf, turned back to look at me...

with a human head in his mouth.


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