The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates

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it's nothing compared to the fire they put inside me. The injections. The restraints. The cold metal table and the faceless

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reams are still echoing in my ears, high and desperate, coming from the room next to mine three nigh

phantom. I press my forehead against the rough ba

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My legs are shaking so hard I don't know how they're still holding me up. Every muscle in my body is screaming

and brown and shadow. My lungs are on fire, each breath a sharp blade cutting my throat. How long have I been ru

the south corridor, his eyes went wide when I grabbed the scalpel fro

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aybe right, crashing through undergrowth that tears at my legs. The medical gown is m

n exhaustion. I climb higher, bark scraping my stomach, my breasts, my thighs. Leaves close aroun

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hundred. My mouth tastes like salt. I run my tongue over my lips and it

ruises blooming purple and yellow across my ribs where they held me down, needle marks dotting m

inning. I can hear something new now, a rushing sound that grows louder with ea

ging down into churning water below. The sun's half-gone now, turni

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wind whips my hair back, my tattered gown plastered against my body. I look down at the water an

ning and the screams and the guards who smiled when they strapped me dow

sper to the wind. "I'll

. The fall is silent in my head. Wind roars past, stealing my breath. I'm weightless, floating, free. For one

impossibly strong, coming from somewhere on the wind. It wraps around me like invisible hands, and deep in my chest, s