The Broken Luna's Crimson Revenge

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wavering shriek that sliced through my heart and nailed it to the wall. On the monitor, the jagged green l

ound its way into mine. My fingers were already laced with hers, a desperate, futile attempt to share my

of pure, untamed agony. It was a sound of shredded souls and shattered worlds.

una," a soft voice said. It was Lena, the young nurs

shards of glass. My head snapped up, and I saw Lena flinch back from the raw

only thing that mattered. I brushed a stray strand of raven-black hair from Cora's forehead. Her skin was so

a stark contrast to the gloom that had settled in the room. His face, usually a landscape of calm compassion, was etched

me alone with the doctor a

pace that I both needed and resented. "Elara," he finally said, his v

ra's shoulders, smoothing it down, my movements mechanical.

naturally loud. "I'm here because I have t

lifted my head, my gaze a dead

trong. Perfectly healthy. There's another cub in the pack, the

process the monstrous thing he had just said. A wave of disbelief, so pote

ds barely audible but vibrat

ive on," he pressed, his voice gentle but firm. "Her

arled in my mind. *He wa

e linoleum floor. My hand flew up, finger trembling as I p

why I'm asking, not telling you. As the Pack D

she gripped my finger with her entire tiny hand. Her heart had been so full of life then, a franti

the one that had beat in time with mine for nine

ta's mate. I could almost see her, her features contorted

licker of empathy for a mother I barely knew. A sob, thick and ragged, tore from my chest, and my body began to tre

lent streams carving hot p

peak. I lifted my tear-streaked face, my voice a

solemn. "The match is perfect.

and tracing a path to my jaw. The decisio

choked out

and shaking so badly I could barely hold it. As I signed my name, giving away t

eating, my love. Let i