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AWAKENING A VOLANA LUNA

Chapter 5 EIRENE'S POV

Word Count: 1018    |    Released on: 29/05/2024

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ne's

exing aura, the person who just entered the room didn't look like a

ody react that way? Ren said an enemy

is go

wrong w

trange things about myself late

f my train of thoughts. I snapped my head to

needed to pee or something. I wait in the bathroom till I was certain he w

hat hap

n't explain. I'm surprised

change. The sudden wave of st

ld sense an enemy fr

tien is not

ate, but I'm quite

ice. I was all a scheme by that brat Ivana. She hurt herself badly on purpose and surprisingly accused of me if hurting her. Lu

nd quiet. But then thankfully, she was able to scent our mate. That's the best of it all, that brat thought she'd fru

but I don't like th

ng to me? Do I need to see a doctor or so

sick or something, or I'm just

_

but I still run tho, then I hear it....the woman's voice. She calls out my name yelling out to me to stop ru

see her shift and fight them off, she's quite strong for a female but then a wolf secretly takes her unawares from behind

reathing ever so ragged and fast, my whole body

ften. I have them both in day times. But of all the nightmar

't ge

? All this questions, I can't keep asking myself this questions. I need answers. I want to

Bastien- a little tho. I can imagine telling one of those old degenerates- scratch that- werewol

afford

hrough my chest, I winced clenching my chest with my hand b

no, no I can't be. I don't want to believe this. He promised,

rson. My eyes they were all yeared up,and my vision was somewhat blurred so I couldn't see

d everything time I tried. With a loud thud I landed on the g

is isn't true. After what seemed like 30 minutes of a useless search, I gave up

s gamma Leo's last son. He's just a pup, p

and I couldn't help but laugh an

I pray I'll have one a

le broke his lips and that a

e thi

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