The Rejected Luna Returns as a Warrior

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t Darwin suggested it. But a wolf does not run

uffocating. Darwin was pacing in the living

meeting my eyes. "Pack business. There's a

y voice devoid of emot

idn't even look at me. He just

disappeared down th

ck of the closet-a loose floorboard under the carpet-and pulled out a small vial of si

ooked like dust motes dancing in the light. To me,

lowed

edy motel called "The Moon's Rest." It was a place where Rogues-wolves witho

ed on foot, sticking to the shadows. My i

SUV parked in th

rtains were drawn, but there was

here. And so

g sex this time. T

e high-gain microphone app I used f

rubbing her belly, playing the part of the fragile mother-to-be perfect

of the bed, his head in his hands. "She's just jealo

ed. Once the heir is born, you said you'd make me Luna. The Benefactor is getting i

t I can't just throw her out. The Council will ask qu

he has no one. Just reject her, Darwin. Se

king the warmth I had once drowned in. "I

on. It wasn't just breaking up; it was stripping a wolf of their

the pup arrives. I don't want that woman anywhere near

sounded unsure. "But you're right.

handle it. I sent her to the lake house to get h

yssa whispered into his chest.

he failed to give me a

ped re

e so cold it burned. "The Benefactor." So Christia

e sounding like grinding stones. He betrayed t

pain spiked in my

echoed in my head, so

g at him through the window

pier in an hour. We need to talk about the

word taste

here, I s

ssa one last time befo

window, my silver eyes

ispered to the nigh