The fake Luna : His undoing
A cold sweat broke out across my neck, but I forced my lips to stretch into another fake smile.
"Oh," I said, forcing a soft, light chuckle. "Well, I am the only person out here, Lucas. There is no one else. Perhaps your wolf is confused. Maybe your fated mate is running in the other direction, toward the eastern border."
Lucas took a step closer to me. His gaze was fierce, piercing straight through my mask.
"No," Lucas insisted, his voice completely firm and unyielding.
"My wolf could never be mistaken about something like this, Luna. I come from a sacred, ancient lineage where our wolves have a massive, significant influence over our minds and bodies. If my wolf says his mate is standing r
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