The Luna He Rejected Is The Millennium Wolf

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to drag oxygen into my lungs, but my chest was pinned under an invisible weight, my body feeling heavy

low room. Steel bit into my wrists where my pulse hammered against the rest

o pace, a low guttural snarl vibrating in my throat bec

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rned into my retinas. Lucas stood by the far wall like a funerary statue carved

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ime of the room. She invaded his space, cupping his face and pulling him into a ki

nally pulled away, his eyes met mine, flat

a sick excitement. "Let's not waste the moon. I'm not letting my son

light, wearing a sterile white lab coat and carrying a tr

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thin and distant. "You marked m

rked, but he refused to look at me. "You've always been fragile," he mut

lent tremor. "You're standing ther

sharply, leaning over the table u

stripped away by raw terror. "Just l

d, something like surprise cros

hat she denied me. Womb, name, blood. You're the last." She dragged her tongue over

said, finally mov

my wolf rose inside me, her eye

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s stopped short, as if the air around me had begun to burn. "Father is dying, and this buys h

ed away, staring at the wall while mut

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ut followed as the needle sank deep. A sick, hollow suction dragged

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moment I saw it-the liquid inside was not red, but a thick pulsing gold th

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n, but something that rose from deep beneath

rce of my scream hit the windows, shattering the glass i

n't see their faces anymore, but I heard the tray c

an, it's burning t

longer feel the table or restraints. I was n

onger only in the vial. It was leaking from my wound, spilling

, stopped, and then