The Chosen Luna's True Mate
As I stood there in front of Felix, I felt very, very small.
He peeled his shirt off over his head, and handed it to one of his pack members, his eyes fixed on me the entire time, like I was his prey. His body was lean and toned, and covered in scars. His back looked like it had been whipped at some point, as it was covered in long, thick, angry scars. His arms looked like they’d been gnawed on by multiple dogs, and his hands were big enough to crush a skull.
The energy in the crowd was much different this round, more tense and on edge.
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