Madness Decends
Moon asked her.
“You’re just as sick as he is! Are you sure you’re not related? Mental illness runs in the family, you know?” Misha said, walking away, heels clacking against the marble floor.
Troy sat at the little table in Briar’s room, listening to her playing Four Seasons by some composer or another. When they were alone like this, it was the only time he allowed himself to fantasize that he was her real mate, they were just normal wolves, and he didn’t know what he knew about her, or what her fate was. They could just be two wolves, happy, in love, and free.
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