His Luna, The Silent Warrior

ene

friend's message giving me a sliver of streng

ella was the first to greet me

so worried about your stomach after all that drinking. H

ning table, where a single

in my mind. "Pure Alpha

st. A power play. He was showing me, and her

g a slow, hard rhythm. I looked down a

en, I

he metallic, gamey

t flicker and die. It was violently ex

as he walked into the room. He had

e was a ma

chillingly calm. "You know this. My bloodline has

etail so ingrained in my biology that it was like knowing the color of my eyes. A thing a

s eyes before she hid it. I saw the annoyance on Lyc

t cooked

e was Isabella's f

hing with irritation. "I'll have th

, turning on my heel.

box. I was leaving, for good this time, and I would

e had bought me. They meant nothing. I was looking for the necklace my moth

sn't

hands shaking. As I looked up in desperation, my eyes caught my reflection in

ly drifting to her neck,

my eyes narrowed. "W

reached out and yanked down the

oonstone pulsed with its signature, ethereal silver-blue light, a li

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