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It was as if my pasty pallid complexion were reflecting back at me. There had been better times, when my vampire persona was not as pronounced. With the black circles under my eyes, I resembled the archetypal vampire that is associated with the Halloween holiday. The short, V-shaped, dark hair that adorned the crown of my cranium was indicative of this preconceived notion. My dark eyes appeared to be perplexed as to why I remained. Twelve hours ago, I ought to have been in bed; however, I was engrossed in surgery.
Currently, where am I? Striking my innermost conflict between my burgeoning emotions-atypical emotions-and my yearning for independence. My agency was taken away as I was forcibly transported from the physical realm into an alternate realm. Should I hold the college accountable for failing to instruct me on this subject? However, science has never exactly been my forte. Fight or embrace the new existence that fate has bestowed upon me... What precisely will occur to me?
Dakota does not disclose the truth about himself until an intense, ardent interlude has transpired; that is, he is not what he seems. He works as a cook at a diner during the day and transforms into a colossal werebear, a shifter endowed with extraordinary power...and his own set of challenges.
