buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
When Dorian had arrived home, he had made himself another meal, because he was so hungry despite the pizza. Changing really took it out of him. He had eaten it and cleared up before he had collapsed on his couch and put his headphones on, listening to his music on full blast in his ears, nodding his head along to his music and singing along quietly as he began to cut out more newspaper articles about the killings, then stuck them into his scrapbook. Since the first report about it, he had been sticking them in here so he could look through it and see how he had developed his skills and tactics over the years. He began to cut out the article on Darcy's attack, no matter how brief it was. He wondered how she was doing, and what kind of wolf she was going to be. He knew that she'd been changed by him, he felt sort of responsible for her now.
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