The Unwanted Luna: Secret Heiress Of The White Wolf

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din of the dinner party must have moved to the for

m was where I spent most of my nig

of the Pack's history. It wasn't just a book; it was a relic I had spent two years restoring by hand. On the inside cov

sn't

I began pulling books off the shelves, disr

it? Wher

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t discarded, tie loosened. Jami was behind hi

hand, she dangl

ace of my mind. I could smell the ancient in

," I said, my

y. She was drunk, her eyes glassy. "I found it in the trash pile. I thought I

Dustin, horror dawning o

rubbing his temples dismissively. "Jami

s old!" I stepped forward, my hands ba

said. She ope

book

ickening thud. The binding crack

eel coming down hard on the open pages, rippin

inside me

plan. My body moved befor

anymore; I was a wild animal protecting its young.

ing her wine glass as it shat

" Dustin

dified. *Alp

the back of my

k with brutal force. I heard a crack-a rib, maybe two. I slid to

tch. It was superficial. But when he turn

he growled, his eyes glowing a

rsian rug. Pain radiated from my chest, white-h

trying to heal me, trying t

o

to pull myself up. I stood on sh

Powell,"

p curled in disgust. "W

every ounce of magic in my blood, every w

ernatural resonance that vibrated the books on th

hat followed

he scre

asn'

'd been shot. The golden thread that connected ou

imb being severed, a blinding agony t

ious, emp

ing in agony, his wolf mournin

eeding, broken, a