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Deluna Hansen.

I moan as I try to keep my eyes open. My heartbeat is turning slow already and it's hard to remain alive. Feels like the moment I close my eyes, then I'll be stolen away by death. I'm weak already. More than weak even. It's been three days, three days of being tied in one empty room that's highly infected with wolfsbane, three days of trying to remain alive, three days of starving. It's hard, harder than it sounds or seems. It feels like my wolf is dead and I will too. I hate this. I'm held in capture by another alpha that should've been regarded very less superior, locked in a room that's infected with my death and tied down by some fucking magic I can barely fight. Fuck witches... Fucking black magic!

"Maybe... It doesn't sound as bad as you make it look, alpha Luna. And black magic isn't so fucking. This_my service to Alpha Caleb is just a give and take deal." I hear that very voice of red haired Stephanie witch with green

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