The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 15

“Nicholas.”

I was dreaming. I must have been close to waking up to be so lucid.

I stood in my old room at the Academy. Nicholas had his back to me, his hand on the door handle. A

familiar curl of dread was growing in my stomach. A dull, physical ache rested behind my ribs.

This was the moment I had broken up with him.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Save it.” His voice was rough. I’d hurt him, but he didn’t want to admit it. He wouldn’t let me see.

“Nick, please –”

“Don’t call me that.” He pulled the handle and the door swung open. The light of the hall was blinding.

compared to the dimness of the room.

I had wanted to stop him. I wanted to take back everything, and bring him into my arms again.

But I couldn’t.

me, and the loss of my wolf had left me

but I forced myself to

crumpled, just as it had that day.

done, and what it

long into the night, before

looked back.

stared at the silk

half–pressed into

her for a long time, as I pressed the memories back

belonged.

a knock sounded on the door, and the two

candidates‘ first public appearance. We

derfdat

final selection, but I had decided to try

of the weight I’d lost. My ribs weren’t quite so visible anymore.

be as strong as those with wolves, but now

exhausted.

with faux wildflowers stitched into the

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