To Love A Luna
He heard claps from behind him and quickly turned to face the newcomer, his protective instinct kicking in again.
Standing at 5 foot 8, his pencil thin lips were curved into a smirk, amusement dancing in his obsidian eyes. He looked like he was in his early twenties, flaunting a well-defined muscle tone in his basketball shorts, hinting that he had just shifted from his wolf-form, his strawberry blonde hair a mess.
“Last time I saw Caelum get beat this bad was when he was ten,” he said, chuckling. “Though I must say, I didn’t expect my Luna to stand up for him. Guess we were somehow on the same boat, don’t you think?”
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