The Runaway Luna
For the first time, I was angry with him, tears streaming down my face.
He looked at me helplessly, like a child who did wrong. “Well, it’s my fault. I should have protected my face.” Suddenly, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “Ginger, I believe now you’re not a social climber—you really love me. When I was attacked, all I thought about was you. I was lucky you weren’t with me. I’ve cut ties with all other she-wolves. From now on, you, and only you, will be by my side…”
Listening to him murmuring, I felt sad and closed my eyes. What should I do? He’s not Darcy Perkins anymore. Darcy Lemche’s injured face meant this particular herb had expired and lost its effect on me.
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