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Drakkar found himself being dragged into yet another madness by the woman who barely reached his chest.

The sun had already set, and night was falling around them; walking through the jungle in the dark was practically suicide.

“I’ll go first.” Drakkar pulled her behind him, alert, stepping into the dark hole marked by the beast’s territorial scent.

“Did you see how sexy our mate looked today while hunting? Goddess, when he jumped from that tree…”

Lyra followed silently behind Drakkar, though in her head, Aztoria wouldn’t shut up.

She thought her wolf was about to show her the heroic battle memory again. But no—the she-wolf’s eyes had been fixed under the warrior’s leather skirt.

Lyra blushed at the “vision” of the flying sausage with two eggs.

“Holy goddess, you’re such a pervert, Aztoria,” she said, ending the conversation with her lustful wolf.

“There are no other animals around, and the warning scent will keep this cave safe for a while,” Drakkar said after inspecting the