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 had left me hollow

myself to relive the moment,

crumpled, just as it had that day. I’d hid my pain in

know what I’d done, and what it had cost

had cried long into the night, before I pulled myself

looked back.

at the silk canopy above my borrowed bed. Beside me,

half–pressed into the

her for a long time, as I pressed the memories

belonged.

door, and the two

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

derfdat

but I had decided to try to stay as long as I

a day again. I was already regaining some of the weight

wolves, but now I could at least last a

exhausted.

light green gowns with faux wildflowers stitched into the skirt. Elva wanted to wear a flower crown to match,

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