Luna's Fire
My chest is still tearing. The bond doesn't care that he called me a cold corpse in front of the pack. It still pulls.
That's the worst shame of the night, and it's mine alone.
End of Chapter 7
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveMy chest is still tearing. The bond doesn't care that he called me a cold corpse in front of the pack. It still pulls.
That's the worst shame of the night, and it's mine alone.
End of Chapter 7
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