Cursed Luna, Rejected Mate
I keep it in, denying my instinct with every fiber of my being, and my magic my silent, secret, sealed magic rushes in to fill the space where the contact just was, supporting me as I want to break.
My eyes holding the amber, feeling its quite warm. I‘m knew it‘s sitting there. I don‘t have the require mirror.
He keeps speaking. He has turned to face Selene, who has stood when her chair was pushed back, as if it were not a conscious choice, her face a kind of stunned, open blankness.
‘Seleneblack‘Fang. His voice has transformed yet again. What ever tention was in it before has turned into something else, softer, more resolute. He present her with his hand. ’ I choose you as my Luna. My chose
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