Chasing The Luna He Exiled

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took my first steps into the woods. In the distance, the sound of the pack converging at the Lun

ng off my shoes and tossing them into the car, I ducked into the tree line and began the trek up the slope toward t

. If he did, the hunt would star

engthening my stride. Counting each step distracted me from my spiraling thoughts. My pu

ig sn

growled, bristling at the realization that we were not alone. I cursed my inabil

heel and leapt

hu

iled, stumbling backward. Suddenly, my head was yanked back, my hair

voice quivering, but I stop

air, mockingly familia

laced with mirth and malice. My eyes fin

my ex-best friend

k witch tried sneaking into the mate hunt," she sneered, her

, despite having no magic. In this pack, misfortune was the

able," Christina add

out, twisting my hair out of her g

nding toe-to-toe with me. "I'm just maki

u're the Alpha's dog now? I hope he gives you treats for al

strils flaring wide. "

surrounded by girls with murder in their eyes. "But seriously, the obsession is getting weird. If you wanted a

tina stepped forward. "You won't be

'll die with a sense of humor," I co

e, you'd leave this p

le added, her wolf's grow

u?" I teased. Even though she was his fiancée, he always seemed to want nothing

thick with the scent of fur and musk as they began to shift. Fur sprang from s

wait. I sh

he shift was a blur of heat and agony, but I lan

t, I cursed

Howlridge runt-I might as well have been a ch

na snarled in my h

lle

nder her belly, my small frame letting me move where she co

darting toward Christina's foreleg. I nipped and dodged, biting every limb I could find

y heart

heart struggled to find its rhythm. That

flying. A thick tree broke my flight with a sickening c

't come. My chest felt crushed by an anvil. My weak heart pou

a's voice was a faint whisper.

laughter echoed. They stood

rat," Christina's m

ere never meant to survive

asn't racing anymore-it was failing,

ng to di

ff of my neck, dragging me away jus

I gasped for air, but my ribs felt pinned. I tasted

olled, despite the searing heat rippling throug

er of flame in the distance. The fat

e-she was wilting. Without a bond to stimulate her, I would lose her per

e fire flicke

lood slowed to a crawl. I knew that sound. The pyre going out meant t

and a choir of howls. They were pheromone-drunk,

n dumped right