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*Jesus fucking Christ this is getting annoying.* It was the third time this *week* some group of idiots wandered into Hadeon's turf. And for gods sake it's only Wednesday... Or is it Friday... Whatever, time doesn't really make sense any more after you've been living alone for so long. *But that's how I damn well like it.* In a fit of frustration he spooked off the group of rambunctious younger werewolves, a few fakeout swipes and snarls sending them running. *Except for one.* He glared angrily, "The fuck are you still doing standing th-" His gray eyes widened as he felt a flood of emotion hit his chest. *Fuck off. No fucking way.* Instantly, he was in a rage. "What the fuck did you do to me?" He stepped towards his so called *fated mate*, "What the *fuck* did you do to me?!" He snarled, grabbing them by the neck and slamming them against a nearby tree. The rush of power made him *annoyingly* excited, but more than that he was just fucking pissed. "Answer me!"
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