u
ho
ive instinct as I stepped between the hungry
wolf, which would have made all this easier; however, my bo
ybe it was the Luna instinct in me that was making me act this way and feel an odd sense of prote
at type of animal in human form would be wicked eno
bear, praying to the moon goddess to help me out
was young when I once attended the werewolf acedemy, but that was just it. It was called the primal dance of survi
the position of alpha from his father, I was p
y a mix of authority and desperation in my voice as I raised my legs h
ng my resolve, before retreating into th
the blood-stained basket. Confusion and dread gripped me as I took in the blood-soaked scene painted in
and broken, as it had also had a ha
nd my heart seemed to freeze. I stumbled back in shock, feelin
nse gaze, mirrored the unmistakable shade of s
through me, and for a moment
I had once lost myself in left me breathless, the cruel ir
? My
double. The baby in the basket looked exactly like how I
m of mixed emotions ran through me-gri
ing me a second chance t
ike my mate? So much like how I h
my baby cry. Although I was weak, my hearing se
ence? Any mother would be able to
ust like the ones I had heard while unconscious. I reached down and gently lifted the cutie from
, replaced by a sudden stillness. I cradled the fragile life again
at if I was dreaming and eve
ed to wake up. I felt the profound connection that des
f the little soul became silent like it was witness
m distress to delight. Giggles bubbled forth, an
oy, looked up at me with an unspoken connection, yet I felt doubtful. I ne
am betrayed and cheated on me. Worse, he w
who could help me was my grandmother
so tiny and cute, and its laughter echoed, creating a melody of pure happines
aby back home and cradle the precious life against my chest as I w
se and saw my grandmother stirring her traditional herb in a pot, and upon seeing me, he
e a look of pity, which I was already used to, but I didn't car
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