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Elena never mentioned that night. Even when I praised Cora for her bravery right in front of her, Elena would just smile quietly, never arguing. She knew the truth. But she chose to stay silent. I stumbled back, collapsing into a chair. “A fool,” I breathed, the realization crushing me. “Gods, I've been such a damned fool.” "Aiden, are you listening to me?" Cora's voice was in my ear, but it sounded a million miles away. A few days later，I was sitting in the Alpha's seat in the Silvermoon great hall. Before me was a grand moon-feast, a celebration for Cora becoming the new Luna.

The referee came towards me and took my left hand, holding it up as the winner and I gave the crowd a bloodied smile, my eyes scanning them till they landed on Elias. He shook his head with a small smile and opened his arms as I ran towards him, hugging him. “Good job, kiddo. Undefeated, yet again,” he laughed, ruffling my hair, and I buried my face in his chest, calming myself down from the high I felt from fighting. I'm Rora, the strongest female of the Moonfang pack and I am the error. “Come on, kiddo. You need to wash off.” He pushed me back from him and stared at my form. My hair was sticking out everywhere and my braid was a mess. My clothes were dirty and my boots were stained with mu

"While I was wandering for many days, I met someone. I truly thought you all were the ones that killed my parents, so I decided I was going to love someone again. I did, with someone who had a few months to live, and I was the only one who kept him happy at that time. He was willing to do anything to keep me by his side. He was the one who brought me here and paid the fees so that when I returned, I would be his Luna." "So you're going to be his Luna? So you were planning on rejecting us as your mates?" Aeson scoffed; he wasn’t angry; he felt Kora used him. "No, I'm not going to be his Luna now that I’ve discovered the truth. I love you all now more than ever. I wanted to tell you everything

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu