My Werewolf King Professor and I
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Having to stop him, I lunged forward and slammed myself in front of the door, blocking it with my entire body.
“Stop.”
Louis screeched to a halt. “Mila? What are you doing? Move! This is critical evidence!”
“Do you have a death wish?” I lowered my voice, my face heavy with grief. “The Professor… is crying inside.”
Vampires were pale by nature, but Louis somehow turned even whiter. He said, “You’re telling me the future werewolf king, who once ripped apart three lone werewolves with his bare hands, is crying? Are you insane, or am I hallucinating?”