His Male Luna

LIAM****“You’re pathetic.” Nyratha, my wolf’s voice, sliced through my skull. “You should’ve broken his nose at least.”The rain drummed down the roof of the bus stop, the pattering almost drowning her voice.I wished it did.I wished it drowned everything.My eyes remained on the phone screen, on the text I had sent my elder brother thirty minutes ago.Me: Can you come pick me up?The message sat there read, yet no response.“At least slash his tires.” With a snort, she continued. “Anything would have been better than standing there like a drenched puppy while he dumped you.”“Will you shut up?” I yelled, voice tearing through heavy downpour, rough and aching.My ex’s voice pulsed through my skull. ‘You know I was never into men. Your female wolf got me all confused. Did you expect me to bring a man home to be my Luna?’“This is all your fucking fault,” I snapped at my wolf. “If you were a male wolf…” I paused, my cold breath shuddering. “I’d have been mated to a woman.”My chest

LIAM****Not today.The plea echoed through my skull, almost drowning the thuds of the boots hammering the concrete behind me.As they drew closer, I urged Nyratha to grant me more speed.Every ounce of strength she had poured into my legs, but it wasn’t enough.Nyratha was never enough.Not by werewolf standards. Even as a child, she’d never run as fast as the others. I remembered the races—children laughing as they shifted halfway, sprinting across the park grounds while I stumbled after them. Or was it when I tumbled down a flight of stairs at seven, my knees peeling. My mother had barely spared a glance. “Get up, Liam. It heals in a second. You have a wolf.”Second became hours, and hours turned into days. By then everyone had stopped pretending nothing was wrong. Had stopped hiding their disappointment.A month later, I was sent away. Far from the pack. Far from wolves. Far from a place I called home.My grandfather was oddly born without a wolf, so he never questioned it. So

FREDRIN~~~~The bloody shirt hadn’t moved. It lay exactly where I'd left it, on the coffee table at the center of the room. The blood had dried into a rusted copper stain.I’d gone out, forced myself through the activities of today, sat through conversations that floated above me, and now I was back, alone, in my room, sitting on the single sofa, glowering at the shirt.“You’re still not going to tell me whose blood that is?”My tight voice echoed in the silence that buried the room.A snicker rolled through my head. Low at first, then it grew louder and louder until it became a laughter so dark it crawled beneath my skin.“Did you kill the wolf?” The word scraped out of my throat.‘Does it matter?’ Gedon, my wolf, said, bored.Tightness seized my chest.“Do you know what’s at stake?” I gritted, “If he belongs to a pack.” I gulped. “You’re going to start a war.’Gedon yawned. ‘More blood for me then.’My phone vibrated, pulling me out of the conversation.Mother.My stomach dipped,

LIAM~~~~“You killed him, didn’t you?” The detective’s hand slammed down onto the table, the loud thud boomeranging off the cold walls of the interrogation room.Flinching, I shrank against the cold metal chair.“For the last time.” My heart was still hammering, heat still blistering beneath my skin. “I didn’t do it.”How did I end up here?Benjamin’s cousin had found his wife on the app. Just last week, I overheard a guy in the common room laughing about finally finding his boyfriend on it. But me? I found an interrogation room.My gaze drifted across the runes etched on the walls, temporarily severing connections to Nyratha, then to the steel cuff biting into my hand.The door creaked open, and the other detective—Malcolm, I had heard his partner called—stepped in, his fingers wrapped around a disposable cup of water.“You’ve been in here for hours.” He slid the cup to me, offering me a pitiful smile. “You must be thirsty.”His smile loosened the tightness in my shoulders. Mayb

FREDRINN~~~~Scott’s eyes remained glued to Liam’s hand while I kept my face blank as if my blood didn’t feel like ice beneath my skin.“When did you get a tattoo?” Scott narrowed his gaze,his voice soft. Liam’s nostril flared, a vein going taut at his temples. But he said nothing, just stared at Scott as if he were a stranger sitting across from him.“Is that…” he finally tried to speak. “You know, when I came back.”Liam placed his hand on his hip, his voice dropping low. “I thought maybe we could catch up," he said, “make up for all the time we lost.” he looked between Scott and me. “Guess I was wrong.”Scott's brows pulled low. “Liam—”Liam shook his head. “Give me a week or two, I’ll find somewhere else to stay, and you can just pretend I never returned.”Scott sprang up. “Liam.”But Liam had already reached the passage, he had already slammed the door shut behind him.Scott stared at the empty doorway before snapping his eyes back to me. “Did you know about the tattoo?”“I d