The Cursed Luna's Mates
With a parched throat and the air getting thicker by the moment, I inquired.
The man rubbed his temples and sighed in frustration. "The one that has been handed down over the years." The one that signifies the start of the pack's demise for you, Lola.
A shiver went through my body. "I don't get it."
He paced the room while muttering, "Of course you don't." "Never do any of you. That is the issue.
Kael took a step forward, his palm now softly resting on the small of my back in a protective stance. With a hint of remorse in his voice, he murmured softly, "It's a curse, Lola." "However, it's also our only means of survival."
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