Luna of my Ruin
He knew when I was barely holding on.
“Nothing.” My voice came out rougher than I wanted.
“Bullshit,” Joren muttered from the corner. He was a younger soldier, hot-headed, and always spoke before thinking, it often got him in trouble. “You look like the Goddess just slapped you.”
I turned my head slowly. Joren shut his mouth fast, throat bobbing.
But the bond screamed again, dragging me back to the truth. She had lied. She had chosen them.
My jaw clenched. I pushed away from the table and stalked to the window. Outside, Blackthorn’s land was covered in snow and stone. The forest pressed close, dark and restless. My wolves patrolled the ridges, their eyes glowing faint in the night.
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