Curse of a Lycan Luna
It was the sort of thing we would have no option other than to work out, too.
He didn’t have a mate mark from me, but I knew rejecting him was not an option. I cared too deeply for him to allow him to sink into the clutches of insanity, as he claimed lycans would should their mate refuse them. In one way or another, this had to work.
“Hey, Isaac?”
He grunted groggily, as if he had been nearly asleep.
I turned over to face him, gnawing on my lower lip. “I’m not a lycan. When I die, what happens to you?”
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