ituation before me, Andrew, a Lycan under the service of the King had just lied and to

hungry, yet here is the Luna of a pack. A Luna who has opened the doors to her home and welcomed him in with open

the darkness would hide me enough even from their sharp eye's. Then again she does know that I am here, she's simply making a show of things, to make me nervous, which

a acknowledged that as she bowed her head in submission, her heart picking up speed, I could hear it, its sounds bursting into my eardrums, she was scared of him, and I fe

away. If it were any other pack member, I'd be in the Dungeons for a weak, starved and

pened the door to reveal a very smug looking Lycan staring straight into my eyes,

their stupid eye magi

cupboards anymore." Andrew sulked as he opened the fridge up again.

ight to cook and clean for people who don't even know my name despite me living in this darkness filled hellhole for the past eight years of my life? That the rest of the pack has so much, yet somehow I ha

o her sons friends. The constant looks of disapproval. It wasn't that bad. That I could handle. I could handle the long nights of cleaning, the constant rants and evil de

clearly, there's so much to say and so little time, so much baggage to unpack. So much

believe me, but before he could say another word I bolted out of the kitchen and into the snow. I know I was a bit rude to

they are not leaving until the next full moon which was twelve days away. Twelv

oing through the brown leafless trees and snow covered ground was the crunching sound

the trees, I felt like I wasn't alone, sometimes it's as if I can hear them whisper to me, calling me. When I was little I was convinced I could talk to them, and they'd talk b

hat had me blissfully enchanted for a while, it came from him. I wasn't too shocked that the scent and the man, both I have been obsessing's ab

not care. He was even more perfect up close, his sea green eye's the black tangled mop of curls tied lazily behind him, by the goddess even how he dressed made me flutter, I wonder how his muscl

ng," he accus

almost forgotten how my voice sounds like, years of submission made me

the humor in what I just said. "Well th

and he took a step closer our e

en what is

nes

y name trying it on for size, "An

," I said my viper tongue challenging him, to say that I found this thrilling is an understatement, bu

good name, i

the mention of the nickname I had given him, I

your

aid, "You tend to stay out in the snow, an

a name y

you haven't told me yours," he stare

's Killian. My n

aid cheekily repeating his older jest back to him, and he laug

've met all the pack members, even the children yet

ust a slave, the wondering cleaning ghost of the pack house, an orphaned Lycan in the service of

lave. I take care of the pack house, I'm only allowed out at night," There was a moment of silen

mate?" I knew

him yet, I do not

there is no shame i

r shifted before, s

r thirteenth birthday?" He asked, his eyes were now gazing intensely at m

t a wer

eath against my pale freezing skin, his eyes scanning my face, his heart a steady breath that lulled me

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