The Stand-In Luna
I would strike at the perfect moment.
“I was so disappointed when I smelled him over you,” said James suddenly, unlocking and opening the heavy metal door. They used a lot of steel and metal in the Lycan Tribe. No wonder they had built a certain kind of immunity to silver.
“Here we are,” said James, leading me outside at last. We stood in a clearing surrounded by trees and a lush ecosystem of birds and plants. He went still and pressed his finders to his temple, closing his eyes.
When he was done, he opened his eyes and stared down at me. His hand went to my chin, as his eyes roamed my face. An expression I couldn't name crossed his youthful face.
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