yallbabynene08:
who has read the story the last wolf
AddyM:
I have not but sounds interesting what's it about ?
yallbabynene08:
idk my brother just bet me 100 dollars to see if i read the book and im tryna see what it about lol
AddyM:
ah lmao
rocfp:
I have not.
AddyM:
wait by who?
TinaaaaaA:
No, but is it good?
yallbabynene08:
did you get dat from google
yallbabynene08:
lol
AddyM:
AddyM:
For three days out of thirty, when the moon is full and her law is iron, the Great North Pack must be wild. If she returns to her Pack, the stranger will die. But if she stays… Silver Nilsdottir is at the bottom of her Pack’s social order, with little chance for a decent mate and a better life. Until the day a stranger stumbles into their territory, wounded and beaten, and Silver decides to risk everything on Tiberius Leveraux. But Tiberius isn’t all he seems, and in the fragile balance of the Pack and wild, he may tip the destiny of all wolves…
hibuwu:
nope i havent
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unknownnnnnn:
Bored Enough to Stop Wanting..... Iu2019m not sad in a dramatic way. No storms, no shattered rooms.
penguin:
Running, running far away. Escaping dreams of yesterday. Faster, faster there I go.
penguin:
The hardest thing I'll ever do Is let go of you And look forward instead of back at my past.
penguin:
The hardest thing I'll ever do Is let go of you And look forward instead of back at my past.
penguin:
The hardest thing I'll ever do Is let go of you And look forward instead of back at my past.
seeker:
I once believed that if you exist, then grace itself exists, if you remain in my thoughts, what power has sorrow or poison over me? From your face, all the
unknownnnnnn:
The Space Between Breaths... Night doesnu2019t rush me. It waits. Like it knows Iu2019ll eventually start thinking about everything I almost said and the th
676767:
If words could paint the blush I feel inside, I'd write a sonnet just to tell you trueu2014 How every glance you cast, each smile you hide, Ignites a secret
forgetmylife:
Crown of the outcast A silhouette in a crowded room, The brightest light, the deepest gloom.