I BECAME HIS LUNA

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voice yells behind me

's the third

laws at the surface, begging to shift,

. Shifting means scen

footsteps thunder past the clearing. Three wolves. All

eneath the log,

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t scoffs. "She looked li

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k in like fog. I exhale slowly a

e more mile and I'll b

through the dark. Every snapped twig makes my spine tighten. Every

just to hear something other than my own heartbe

ady know t

fting means

means someone m

is the only thing I'

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oor behind me. No lights. No

lo's voice murmur

p. I never

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: dark hair in his eyes, smirk tugging at

I ask, nodding to

ome pack boys on the ridge.

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to have to stop ru

for a moment. Same ol

e finally ask

ighter than ever. Patrols every ten minutes. I ha

me we head south. Blood Mo

said imm

len

leaving.

ers are here? All I see is a p

turning toward the boarded-up window

at. "This isn't about

't re

e he's

reams. Or the fact that my magic's been twitching under

omething pul

else?" Milo asks, quieter

. I've tried. M

Fire. A woman's voice: "She wil

thing. Just c

ally. "The woman who saved me. She

He never pushes wh

"You should rest

-eaten mattress. The cold creeps

et

m of w

ence. The biggest one steps forward...jet black, scar

ut his voice is not a voice. It

I'm supposed to b

er supposed

k wolf bleeds light, turni

idan Bl

nto mine. Not a

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..I wake

heart pounding. But

qu

il

ngs open, a soft bree

t leave th

b my

fr

window. A figure. Broad s

he back door, b

side. The front

ere he

lack

Blac

storm-gray eyes from my

he world forget

"You've crossed into my land,

mask the tremble in my hand.

ls. "You're

scared

shoul

orward. I

's too

fingers graze my wris

my chest. White-

te b

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no

e I've burned him

breathes.

let hi

ru