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ho

ive instinct as I stepped between the hungry

wolf, which would have made all this easier; however, my bo

ybe it was the Luna instinct in me that was making me act this way and feel an odd sense of prote

at type of animal in human form would be wicked eno

bear, praying to the moon goddess to help me out

was young when I once attended the werewolf acedemy, but that was just it. It was called the primal dance of survi

the position of alpha from his father, I was p

y a mix of authority and desperation in my voice as I raised my legs h

ng my resolve, before retreating into th

the blood-stained basket. Confusion and dread gripped me as I took in the blood-soaked scene painted in

and broken, as it had also had a ha

nd my heart seemed to freeze. I stumbled back in shock, feelin

nse gaze, mirrored the unmistakable shade of s

through me, and for a moment

I had once lost myself in left me breathless, the cruel ir

? My

double. The baby in the basket looked exactly like how I

m of mixed emotions ran through me-gri

ing me a second chance t

ike my mate? So much like how I h

my baby cry. Although I was weak, my hearing se

ence? Any mother would be able to

ust like the ones I had heard while unconscious. I reached down and gently lifted the cutie from

, replaced by a sudden stillness. I cradled the fragile life again

at if I was dreaming and eve

ed to wake up. I felt the profound connection that des

f the little soul became silent like it was witness

m distress to delight. Giggles bubbled forth, an

oy, looked up at me with an unspoken connection, yet I felt doubtful. I ne

am betrayed and cheated on me. Worse, he w

who could help me was my grandmother

so tiny and cute, and its laughter echoed, creating a melody of pure happines

aby back home and cradle the precious life against my chest as I w

se and saw my grandmother stirring her traditional herb in a pot, and upon seeing me, he

e a look of pity, which I was already used to, but I didn't car