The Luna's Tattoos
“Yeah, Natalie, my sister. Hunted her for years, thought she was dead. I went mad after she vanished, tore through packs, fed on wolves, lost my damn mind over her. Where’d you get this? Who’s her daughter?”
I stood, my chair scraping, my hand slamming down, cutting him off. “Hold up, slow down,” I growled, my pulse racing, my mind spinning, Larry’s sister, Natalie, Liv’s mom, a thread I hadn’t seen coming, tying us tight. “Just breathe—start from the top.”
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