Replaced By A Fake: The True Luna's Revenge

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echanical drill. The bit wasn't steel;

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ried in holding a vial of glowing green liquid.

with horror. "She needs this. The silver d

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ound is a scratch. Alan

en commanded. The Alpha

, Al

. He took a silver knife

nd near my face. The scent of pine and rain was now na

ered. "You aren't my mate

k in the mask. But

ving you

devoted husband. Feeding me soup. Stroking my hair. It was psych

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of a chain

wolf went silent. Hibernation. T

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at the wall. "Must have fallen o

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