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Return of the Luna Queen

Return of the Luna Queen

Author: K. Matthews
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Chapter 1 I

Word Count: 1210    |    Released on: 24/01/2022

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embered anything of, the moment I travelled to the past. Only that, one moment I was following the strange voices, and in the nex

And this time I had more at stake. Something was coming after me.

, I race through the undergrowth. The bare branches of the shrubs around me, snagging at my woollen skirts

wn my legs as I ran to get as far away from the time openin

le, I could make my way to the vill

that the darkness was off t

confirmation that the dark

of anguish sounde

elf out of sight and peek throu

Only he seemed a little more stable that I had felt. He seemed to look about himself in confusio

ark my words.” He stepped down from the stone

ly. If you have brought me forwards in time, I will seek out the last remaining walker bloodline and I will kill every last one of them. I will make sure that the price you have paid to save your daughters life will be f

n, he turned and disappea

or how to escape history repeating itself, we had com

darkness and shadows, we had to have three generations of walker witches

hat had become of her family. And with our new-born daughter, Adelaide, being, well new-born, she alone would not be able to break the curse, even

nly hope that I had now. And in order to keep generations of walker witches safe, I sacrificed my famil

tle Black, only this time at a much slower pace. Recalli

never have been able to live with myself, knowing that I was cursing Ada to a

s, Ada would live a life free from torment and endless pursuit

preferably before Tene

t path. Every muscle in my body turning ri

k as the familiar feeling of possession and comfor

ic was beginning to rise up in my blood. And I look down to my left s

ed me out as mated to the Alpha King, disappeared from my shoulder. It was as if it was evaporating

ic, to look at the man wh

as the pieces of my past beg

t changed one bit in eight years. Landon Coombes stood before me, bare chest and chiselled to perfection, just as I remembere

think about how handsome he was. Or that I wanted to r

oulder, hoping above all else that I w

rwhelming emptiness that now resided in my chest, and the irritating feeling

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