My Marked Luna
She scowls, glaring at me, but proceeds.
I caress her sleek fur, and our eyes meet. " You're perfect__ so beautiful," I tell her, kissing and inhaling her scent, which is still wildflowers but mixed with lavender now. My lycan, Nico, is going wild. He howls in rapture at the sight of his counterpart.
Ziora looks to the moon and releases a melodious howl that is so powerful that everyone follows. My family and friends erupt in cheers.
'I want to run. Ziora wants to run,' she mind-links me. They sound eager.
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