BOUND TO THE MOONCREST ALPHA
It had been hours, more , accurately, it was morning, the moon had finally bid the sky goodbye and welcomed the hot sun that splashed a faint orange rays across the tiled floor.
My gaze sweeping through the pages, yet nothing.
Nothing about this relates to My Scar.
Wolves who shifted on a non-full moon night were mostly weak ones, but she was on the full moon, late-bloom wolves are the strongest, and yet her wolf was weak.
I rustled out a sigh, my gaze flicked to my phone.
9:21 am.
I stood, grabbed my phone and walked out of the library, but not without putting the book back onto the shelves, making sure no one knew what I had been reading.