The Luna Reborn: Surviving As The FL In A Werewolf Romance
And then it vanished.
I slid down to the floor, my back pressed against the cold stone, the heavy book still warm against my palm like a cruel reminder.
"Why?" My voice cracked as I sobbed, "Why give me hope just to rip it away?"
More tears stung at my eyes, but I forced them right back. Crying wouldn't help, crying never helped. And if someone found me here, blubbering over a magic book like some kind of lunatic, I'd probably even have bigger problems than homesickness.