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The wounded luna

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 1071    |    Released on: 20/02/2024

weat clinging to my skin as the

e recurring nightmare, an unre

oment o

ess clawed at my chest, leaving

r

he dream, I noticed the soft ra

the cu

accusations. My body ached fro

ss. Today was the day of my tria

n the

worn wooden floor feeling cool

is, now held only the echoes of

p formed in my throat as I trie

ed to co

g in the air of my room as I m

ack at me, eyes haunted and sho

deep breath, attempting to comp

ah

f a discreet knock echoed thro

stark reminder of my restricted

toic figure clad in the pack's un

susp

the words heavy with the unspok

ack's

n my throat. The hallway stretc

f judgment a

it felt like a march toward an

ormed into a labyrinth o

p scent of pine, a stark contras

e, the guard's eyes constantly

cape to? I was trapped within

ho believed me capabl

, the low hum of conversations

ugh the air like restless spirit

d at m

ted at the front, a symbol of

w over my fate. I stood in the

r of eyes fi

traying a mix of grief and acc

and unforgiving. My heart pou

oment when my fate

choed through the hall, carryin

of the gravest crime within

loaded inquiry that reverberated

to convey the truth that words f

arely audible but lace

swirled within me like a tempest

demnation fueled a storm of fru

e my innocence against the cur

wn

me felt like a distorted reflec

rred into a sea of disapproval,

y plea fell on deaf ears, and

once consid

limpses of Tobias in the crowd.

cold detachment. The mate bo

onstant reminder of the connec

grown b

with the testimonies of pac

my alleg

they lie a

s, couldn't they have come t

loud. Let them do whatever th

yw

accusation a betrayal that dee

pa

s of disbelief surrounded me,

tru

formality that held no weight

l my side of the story, but my

notions and

the truth; they sought someo

for Iris's

ing down my face, how that ni

attack by a rogue wolf, the fut

gonizin

their accusing eyes bore into

leverly craft

I had pleaded, my voice brea

he convenient narrative-the not

onsible for

hispered, "I would have g

Alpha Xav

and the memory of my daughter,

ck. Your family would be lower th

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