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I'm in the mood for something,

Jackson shook his head, hand raised and gingerly holding one side of his face. "Is this a thing now? Sticking a hunter in between two wolves on the one night they go furry?"

Those fucking zombies ruined my garden....

......

What's a girl gotta do to shower around here?

If they're going to give us this potion...

I swear to God

Lochlan had decided to watch over the slaves. Well, not so much decided as he'd been ordered to by the king, but still. He liked to pretend that it was actually free will. A warden's job was apparently never done, so there he was, working on his one annual day off. Tossing the last of the unclaimed slaves into the king's large basement, he shut the door behind him and allowed his eyes to survey the contents. Some slaves were already writhing on the floor, fucking in heaps. Others, the claimed ones, he presumed, were all but hiding, and more would be coming. Even so, it was less chaotic than the outside world, which was saying something.