MOONLIT MATES - Forever Under The Moon

s returned – the thin fabric of the software that she was seated on, the sound of voices far away, and the smell of some pine wood mixed with

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anger who had come as if he were a shadow bringing vengeance with him, his name was Damian Blackwood. The sound of his name reverberated in her mind even though it was a new nam

aid in a deep voice that was both soothing and

which was positioned against the window. The sleek black leather was unable to confine the image of the DLC, Omar to Claude. The windows were wide open, and the m

d, her throat as if she had

time and standing up not to scare he

t and cool gray wall colors, dark wooden frames, and minimalist decoration made the room so much bigger. The windows were huge, offering a view of the city skyline with lots of

ion. Where am I? I do not expect to share this unle

ing with his flimsy arms and large-built mi

why did he bring her to his quiet place? Though she had the urge to bolt, her instincts screamed at her to do such a thing. Nevertheless, where could she dart off t

feet on the cool wooden floor. "What brings

r Kane is a threat, and you are right at the center of w

different wavelengths. I am no one's problem,

sappointment. "You needed it tonight. Or did

again, where she was filled with dread and didn't have control over the situation. How small she had

s voice was firm and cool

ow I feel like a damsel in distress," she hated this the most. The fact that she needed saving.

fingers trembling. "Just don't call yourself a shut-out hermit, like other

if daring her to l

he said

that didn't exist. And yet she couldn't deny what she'd seen. The growl that had rattle

asked, her voice barely

outcast with no allegiance to any pack. Rogues like

nd fear inside her. "This is insane. You expect me to

king onto hers. "I'm not a monster," he said in

felt her hear

do you

an inner intensity as if searching hers for something. "The way your instincts kicked

. "No. You're wrong

"Normal people do not have a roguelike Victor after them," he whis

e words any less real. "No. This has to be some kind of mistake. I don't k

touch her, yet somehow his regard pinned her to place. "You're not nobody, Selena. You have ever felt it, haven't you? T

e whispered. "W

. "You're one of us. Or you will be. You haven't shifted yet,

the bed edge for support. "No. That's no. My

out it. Did they ever talk about their past? Your l

that something was off about her parents' history, the evasive answers to her inquiring mind. And th

tely, though her voice lacked conviction. "It

en Victor came for you, your instincts flared. You didn't freeze like most h

. "That's not instinct or n

ce. "I know this is a lot to take in," he said, his voice softening. "But you can't afford to i

One minute, her biggest concern had been to finish a painting in time for a gala; the next, she was being to

ng over to anger. "If I'm so much like you, the

s like pain. "The first shift usually happens during a very intense emoti

ressed, as he

ce grim. "Your wolf is dormant, locked away.

itched. "How is t

ieve in that sort of thing. But it doesn't last forever. The wolf always f

echoed, her s

. A pack. You're not safe alone, Selena.

been alone all my life," she shot back. "I don't need a pac

der the weight of the words. Instead, he

ht to. Selena flashed her fists, gl