THE HUMAN LUNA
It felt as if he was frustrated and annoyed, but he was controlling himself.
“Listen,” he began, after exhaling deeply like a frustrated snake.
“Let me tell you something, there are some things in this world, these things belong to neither werewolves nor humans,” he said, his eyes still and his expression as calm and composed as ever.
I looked at him, my mind solemn and my brain attentive, I was focused as hell.
“Now, these things I’m talking about, they’re older than systems, older than law, older than even the history of conflict and war itself.”
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