The Luna He Rejected Is The Millennium Wolf

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heat of it thick and bitter. Three years of searching for a missing piece of my soul,

r, but the intent was loud because he wanted the title and the crown, leaving the

eaked before Cleme

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ree winters ago, making him the only man here who d

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chin, turning as his boots re

a cold shroud against my shoulders. I buttoned it, the fabric stiff,

aused because voices drif

voice whispered, "that's

a mask, and I di

inward. The yellow glow of the chandeliers caught the crowd, silencing the roo

her sitting on the dais. Kael stood at my father's right

ing," a noble lady whispered as I

ing her to go c

the floor as she drifted toward me. She stopped, inva

e perfume sprayed over rot. I caught her wrist, feeling how fragile

"you feel that, don't yo

too hard," I sai

ed," she whispered, her

cold. I pulled her in with one hand at her waist for a performance for

is steps with the predatory gr

his tone a polished blade. "Finall

I said, releasing the noble lady as I stepped directly into

re about posture-they care about the line of

e room. "Father! Perhaps we should stop pretending,

up a glass of wine, which tasted of iron and black c

e terrifyingly calm. "The clock doe

reak under my weight as I dropped to one knee befor

hispered, touching the edge

etely unfocused. "She's bleeding, Damien

l me

an elder interrupted, "

as the elder's inner wolf paced, the smell

sentence,"

tory," the elder said,

to my mothe

forward. "You're chasing ghosts

the surface to drop on Kael like an avalanche of ic

e blood trickle from his lip. "I'm st

k, leaving the room silent

my mother

a physical blow, making my w

at