Mated to Brianna
He paused, and brushed the hair behind my ear, "how about a story my mother told me?"
I nodded against his chest and he told me the story of the Moon Goddess, someone he explained was sacred to werewolves. I wasn't sure about how the story started, I thought he was trying to put me to sleep, not terrify me, but it ended up being lovely. He painted werewolves in such a different light, a version where they weren't like any of the horror films I had watched. They were like us but had the ability to shift forms, they were loyal and had some kind of hierarchy based on bloodlines and strength. He said there used to be a royal bloodline, and descendants from that bloodline became the leaders of d
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