Brock Breed with Jenna Darrow
*As my mate sleeps, I feel restless, so I rise, not wanting to disturb her rest. Going out into the living room area, I see her latest journal lying on the table. Picking it up, I begin to leaf through the pages. Skimming over what she has written there, I am drawn into the world of the Ancient. The memories she has written are so vivid and detailed. Witnessing through her words the cold cruelty of the being that is my ancestor shakes me to my core. Thanks to the Gods, we took on the humanity of our Breedmate mothers. Suppressing a shiver, I replace the journal and return to my warm bed.*
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