The Luna Choosing Game

Holding Elva, Nicholas winced as he bent his right wrist. He had tried to hide it, and maybe would have been successful if I had been anyone other than his ex–girlfriend.

He’d told me the story himself, when we had been dating.

Nicholas had excelled for his age. His werewolf abilities were some of the strongest in the entire

kingdom, even when he’d been a child.

Because of this, when a war had broken out in the north between the Werewolf Kingdom and the Bear

People, Nicholas had been sent to the front lines. He’d only been 11 at the time.

Though his talent was immense, he lacked the years of training that other soldiers had.

He fought hard and well. He felled many foes. But his inexperience too often led him into situations he

might have otherwise known to avoid.

Once, he followed an enemy deep behind their lines, and straight into a trap.

the sacrifices of so many others, was he able to escape, but not without

wounds had

suppress the pain. It didn’t always bother him. But when the cold set in, or it rained or snowed, the pain would flare up

his story, imagining an 11 year old version of the boy I loved fighting in a shifter war. I had nightmares, imagining his fear, the

with a new, different angle. Nicholas, a prince, had been sent to war, Weren’t princes supposed to

couldn’t let on that I knew his injury pained him. Since he hated me now, he’d hate showing me his

himself further by trying

to our room,”

I

but she buried

be the most

mind to it.

we left the infirmary and made our way back to my room, I tried to smile at Nicholas. His kindness and generosity were not lost on me.

you,” I

fallen asleep in his arms. He seemed pleased with

a long moment, he said, “She’ll be safe here. I will see to it

I tried another smile. “I’ll try to teach