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entropy

“We should have stayed in bed!” Rowena calls from across the room, hands ablaze in violet and irises fuchsia. Sam snorts, shooting off another silver bullet and managing to miss by mere centimeters as the werewolf dodged him. “After this hunt- we’re laying low for a while!” he calls back, and watches as she blasts the werewolf square in the chest, pride rattling through him. “Just you, me, and whatever five-star hotel you want!”

or, Sam gets amnesia five years into his relationship with Rowena- catapulting him a decade back to when they were sworn enemies.