Reunion Under the Moon: Second Chance Mates
tinct in the dark. She had hesitated. An injured wolf alone. She was no longer used to acting like this, to respond to instinct rather than
the forest was no longer worrying for her. She had grown there, had learned to listen to the murmurs, to recognize the
clearly when
raised by difficult, breathtaking breathing. The smell of blood was strong, heady. She knelt, placing her fingers on
eces of flesh hung in shreds on its sides, and a gaping wound marked it
tied her stomach. Care him. This is what she knew how to do. Not thi
not react, apart from a few tremors at each pressure too supported. He had to be on the verge of unco
n't leave
me was another. It's been too long since she had crowned anyone. But leaving him
othered her deeply. Then, carefully, she slipped her arms under the solid body
ght the
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l of blood persisted despite alcohol and ointments. She was washed with
features returning to a human form in a natural process of healing. But she had
, her heart heavier tha
s, soaked and tangled, glued to his sweetened forehead. His jaw, once strong and proud, w
omething b
under the moon, the murmurs exchanged in the secret of the woods, the wa
able as if it could give her a catch on reality. He sho
e was
was b
was not his problem. It would never be his problem again.
nt out, leaving behind
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fering. He walked without a specific goal,
drying against his skin, a constant reminder of his failure. B
lost ev
one day being able to remove the blade. He had believed in her.
rejection stil
led under him, his breath was short. His bo
king. Now he
er was gaining ground. He kne
something. A
only lives a silhouette, a glow in the middle of
sm
hy, fa
ind, a fleeting image, a vo
not
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eyes, he first th
nly, drowning everything else. A gentle fragrance, that of
g pain turned his chest to him. A groan es
was
oor, the dark and
t missed
impos
never have
n in her memories. Harder too. A shadow hovered over its f
s mouth, but
er arms and s
taken. I treate
rp, without the s
fighting against the flood o
at him as
under
er had his
had his pla
ttled, hea
s simple gesture hurt her more tha
he had know
mpty look on him, that he underst
sper escaped in the warm air in the afternoon, carried by the wind to its ears. Nothing very important in i
is
ust a slightly stronger heartbeat, quickly repre
se words had not sought to dig a breach in her. She had not culled, not le
e that she had burie
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't unde
insidious feeling, which clung to him without him being able to name
h
even speaks, even before she looked at him - if she still looked at him. He followed her with
dn't unde
n them. No link, no reason for
tered the room, he felt he