The Desire A Tale Of Luna's Longing
My dark shades and long overcoat do a good job of hiding my identity, shielding me from curious glances and unnecessary conversations.
And thankfully, Nate—my wolf—has never complained.
Deep down, I know he must have wanted something different. Wolves crave freedom. They crave the thrill of shifting and running through forests with wild abandon, feeling alive in a way humans rarely understand. Nate must have wanted that.
But I never allow it.
Somehow, I have never liked shifting.
It is not because of the pain—although the first few times nearly tore me apart. Over the years, I have grown used to it. Pain, after all, becomes easier to endure when it is familiar.
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