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110. Memories
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2025-04-30 16:04:11
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Scar : the rejected Luna Pure wolf blood
Paul’s POV :It started with smoke. Always the smoke.Thick. Suffocating. Coiling around my lungs like a fist.Then the fire would come…raging, endless, alive. I could not breathe. Could not think. Just the sound of crackling wood and the distant, desperate cry of a girl with stormy eyes.Her voice split through the chaos like a blade.“Do not let go!”Every night now. The same dream. The same girl, the same voice.Her face was never fully clear, but her eyes…gods, those eyes..haunted me like hell. A color I could not name, rimmed with fury and fear. She was reaching for me through the flames, her fingers smeared in ash, her lips forming a name I could not hear.I always woke before I could grasp her hand. Heart racing. Sheets damp with sweat. My throat raw from shouting.“Lexie.”The name tore from me like a wound.That is what I called out this time, sitting bolt upright in the cot the healer gave me. The moonlight spilled across the floor, pale and indifferent. My fists clenched in
Scar : the rejected Luna Not a monster
Paul's POV:The days passed slowly in the healer’s home, like thick syrup sliding down the side of a jar or like a summer afternoon. Each hour felt too long, and yet when night came, I would lie awake wishing I had done more with it, or being productive in trying to remember the things I have been forgetting. Something about being idle made my skin itch.But even after all my tries, I managed to remember nothing. I decided to stay here in this pack, till I get a clue about where I really belong and what my real identity is. And for that I tried to help when I could…splitting firewood, fetching herbs, carrying buckets of water from the well but it never felt like enough. Like I was only pretending to be useful, like a guest overstaying his welcome in a story he didn’t belong in.The girl …Elara, who has saved me, is the healer’s granddaughter. She watched me sometimes when she thought I was not looking. Not with suspicion but something softer. Like curiosity tinted with caution. I coul
Scar : the rejected Luna 134. Stranger!
Paul's POV: I woke up to the pungent scent of herbs combining with woodsmoke, and something faintly sweet. Maybe lavender? My body ached like it had been through war. Every muscle screamed when I sat up. My head throbbed, but not from sleep. It was the kind of pain that came from something deeper, something broken inside. The room was unfamiliar. Wooden beams crossed overhead, supporting the roof. There was a heavy woolen blanket across my chest. Faint light poured through a small window, and a fire crackled softly in the corner. Someone had placed a bowl of broth on the nearby table. I didn’t know where I was. And worse… I didn’t know who I was. I pressed a hand to my forehead and tried to focus on recalling something… a name. A memory. Anything. But my mind was like foggy glass. I could see shapes behind it: blurred flames, the sensation of falling, and a sound… A girl’s voice, calling out, sharp and broken. My name? I couldn’t tell. “Ah, you are awake.” The voice be
Scar : the rejected Luna Valley
Author's POV:Paul’s body lay deep in the valley, far below the cliff from which he had fallen. He had struck the lake with force, the cold waters swallowing him whole, but he did not drown. A strange energy, a force field infused with Alpha potency, had formed around him moments before impact. It shielded him, suspended him in a bubble just beneath the water’s surface.His body bore the violence of his fall. Bruises had bloomed across his arms and chest, dried blood crusted along a gash on his temple, and his ribs looked unnaturally angled. He had lost consciousness long ago, his breath shallow and steady but barely perceptible. No one searching for him had seen him. Neither the patrols, nor the scouts that his pack had sent. The lake hid him comoley, the magical barrier hiding his presence from both scent and sight.Fifteen days passed.That morning, a golden ripple stirred the water. The force field began to pulse and throb until a warm glow radiated through the lake’s surface.
Scar : the rejected Luna Get out
Jonas’ POV:I’d never run so fast in my life.Lexie was limp in my arms, her head knocking gently against my shoulder with each step. Her skin was cold. Her lips were parted like she was still trying to breathe, but barely. She hadn’t stirred since she collapsed.“Hold on,” I whispered. “Just hold on, Lex.”Branches clawed at my clothes as I broke through the tree line. The rebel camp came into view. Fires burned low in the gathering dusk, casting long shadows across the tents and watchtowers.“Healers!” I roared. “Get the damn healers, NOW!”People froze. Soldiers jerked their heads toward me, and the moment they saw who I was carrying, panic lit in their eyes. One of them bolted toward the infirmary tents. Another dragged a cot out into the open.I knelt and laid Lexie down as gently as I could, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead. She was too pale. Too quiet.Where was the screaming? The defiance? The attitude that made me want to throttle her and hug her in the same brea
Scar : the rejected Luna Ch-131. My mate
Paul’s POV:I opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by complete darkness, there was no sight of life, or even any trace that could make me believe that this place has ever experienced any signs of life in it.I don't remember much, and even if I was trying to remember anything, the pain, that was slowly rushing through my bones and blood and increasing with every breath I was taking, making my body weaker and weaker, it was making it difficult for me to remember anything.But still in all that pain, the only thing that I was able to remember was just a name …and a faded face of someone…. someone, whom my mind was calling mate. …Lexie …my mate.And apart from this I remember nothing, who am I, where I was, where I was from and most importantly what I was doing here and why I was in this condition..The situation that I have found myself in, was making me believe that there is no that I would be able to continue my life for much longer, as my throat was becoming dryer and dryer wit
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