Reunion Under the Moon: Second Chance Mates

f blood mingled, transported by the wind that rushed between the knotted trees, whistling through the silent forest. Th

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