The Luna He Can’t Have
I start thinking of a new lie.
“Now,” Jackson says, proving himself to be a mind reader, “stop hunting for another lie and tell me the truth. How did you know the wolf you were chasing was a boy?”
It’s times like this that I wish he were younger, less… capable, or that I was more… something. But then I remember, at thirty-one, at least according to Savannah, he’s eight years older than me, so he’s going to have different life experiences to my relatively sheltered life in Hardin.
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