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.

and the loss of my wolf

wanted to awaken, but I forced myself to relive the moment, watching him

body crumpled, just as it had that day.

done, and

cried long into the night, before I pulled

looked back.

and stared at the silk canopy above my borrowed bed.

half–pressed into

time, as I pressed

belonged.

door, and the two maids entered. I pulled myself

day of the candidates‘ first public appearance. We had to get ready. Everything had

derfdat

I wouldn’t win the final selection, but I had decided to try to stay as long as I

nice to eat three full meals a day again. I was already regaining some of the weight I’d lost. My ribs weren’t quite so visible anymore. Each day,

but now I could

exhausted.

I had matching light green gowns with faux wildflowers stitched into

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