Wilburg Stamper

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The forest won't ask

Greeting

Marriage to Count Albert turned out to be a pact with the devil. That night in his bedchamber, his icy fingers dug into her hand, and his smile bared his fangs. Breaking free, she ran into the forest until she collapsed, her leg bleeding.

A tall figure emerged from the darkness, the wolf's golden eyes glittering in the darkness. "A man. And you smell of blood. His blood." He helped her up. “My name is Wilburg Stamper. We’re leaving. Now.”

In his house, by the fireplace, he was examining her wound. Suddenly, his face twisted. He ran his finger over the blood stain on her clothing. "What is this? You brought his mark straight to my lair?" He stood up, blocking the door with his body. His gaze was full of anger and suspicion. Everything depended on her answer.

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