The Abused Luna

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was about to approach her. I also never had the chance to sit next to her, but I'm sure it would be okay if I moved once we started

r outside, seated behind an oak tree. She was drawing, I believe,

al high school queen bee. Bleach your blonde hair. cheerleader a

pied with athletes and cheerleaders and said, "Well, you

could you tell

whom I was pointing, her

ace. If I were you, I'd keep away from her. She belongs in a mental hospital

human, and I also had to restrain my roar. How coul

to my friend. I beli

er sketchbook shut. She appeared to be attempting to blend with the

t here?" even though I w

she said in a sweet voice.

in that school is overrated, and frankly, I'd welc

want that; just leave

r raised

ok at me,

e stopping and moving back; perhaps the mate bond was having an impact on her. I'm hopi

s think of me. To be completely honest,

ue eyes, but they seemed lifeless and sad. I pledged to my wolf that I would disc

na's poin

new why, but it made me feel better. How can a tree make you feel protected? But it felt like the leaves were shielding me f

Steps were approaching, I heard. I shut my sketchbook with a loud bang. As the new lad approa

like a

make out the truth in his eyes, possibly hiding other feelings. I gave him

but mind if I call you Rena?" I blushed, expressed my gratitude,

up. It turned out that we were in the same class. So as a grou

if it was a ruse? What if he... okay, I need to stop being so anxious; perhaps we can get along. I might not be alone forever. He's