The White Wolf He Threw Away Returns As Luna

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han I expected, a bone-deep chill

s? Time had become a blur of gnaw

adbare and soaked. The Rejection sickness was hollowing me out from the

n since that night in the basement.

trinkets I had managed to keep. A small bracelet

k, swirling water o

aked, my throat

ieces of my past. I felt nothing. No relief. No sadness

ra

mouth of the alle

eir eyes glowing a sickly yellow in the dark. Rogu

ir lips curling back to r

like gravel grinding together. "A little stra

," the oth

gave out. I was too weak. I co

ick wall with a thud. He grabbed my ankle, dragging me across the rough co

d Rogue said, pulling so

in the moon

ullet that terrified me. It was the material. Even

lv

t could kill a wolf instantly,

ittle girl,

e end. Maybe this was better. Ma

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alley. It wasn't human. It was the roar of

n time to see a massive black

m instantly. Bones snapped like dry twigs under

ankle, stumbling back in terr

had ever seen, with fur as dark as the void between sta

the second Rogue apart. Blood sprayed acr

nce

fading at the edges. The fever was

lack wolf tur

ecting teeth. E

ack. It lowered its mas

n, it h

of blood. It was... Earth. Rich, dark soil after

g a slow, dying rhythm, suddenl

ump. Thum

tarting from my toes and racing up to my scal

ones cracked and reshaped

sculpted like a Greek god, powerful muscles rippling under bronzed skin. But i

t a hand to t

uch wasn't violent. It

spered. His voice was dee

mine, a shockwave

in

from inside my head. My wolf, my dormant, dyi

cond Chan

wn my face. "How.

d with a fierce, protective light. "I

ting a drop of his Alpha blood fall on

life. The pain in my chest, the hole Marcu

ighed nothing. I buried my face in his ne

red against my hair. "I've got

since my parents