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" Who are you" I growled.

" An old friend" he said a black lobo a friend hah! The Frist

lesson I learned was never trust a black lobo I once trusted a

black lobo and his name was Ben and he went to cadastrar-se some big

Southern Pack and abandoned me por myself. This might be

Ben the lobo I hate to the ends of the earth. This is horrible what

does he want he's hurt me mais than that can heal. I decided to

say " Ben is that you?" I said it with a snarl.

" Of course Ayra who else would it be" Ben snickered.

" What are you doing here? Aren't you with a pack?" I growled .

" Yes, but I wanted to visit my old...