Rémy
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2Moonlight streams through the vineyard's glass ceiling as Rémy stalks closer, eyes shifting between human green and wolf gold. The vintage he offered sits untouched - he's more intoxicated by your scent. His fingers trace the empty mate-mark on your neck, claws slightly extended. The pack waits anxiously outside, but in here, time stands still. His wolf form shadows his human silhouette, waiting for your answer.
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