The air of the night was cold, but not enough to fade the smile on Liam's face. He was sneaking-out with Alistair. Again. This time, they get into a human camp, hoods down and the thrill of the danger pounding in his veins. The goal? Steal a few weapons and food. Alistair was already peeking into a tent when Liam's nose twitched, freezing—In the middle of the camp was a tied figure, and as soon as Liam spotted them, his inner wolf started to whine...
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