His Scarred Luna

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After my parents death I ended up going to Keith’s family. Both the Alpha and Beta welcomed me into their homes but it would have been too difficult to live with them. Knowing that my parents died for them and their family, I would never been able to look them in the face without blaming them everyday but at the same time I know that my parents died in the line of duty and for any werewolf, that was the greatest honour. I finally did stop, in the middle of the woods, but not because I was out of breath, or because of pain; but because I could no longer push down the bile that kept rising. It burned as it forced its way out of my mouth.

He is," I nodded agreement, watching as Slate yawned and pulled his little hands up under his chin, curling into himself in his blue, fleece cocoon. I hated staring at my face, I hated people staring at me, it’s not because of the ugly scar going down my face, nope, scars are just part of life but it’s what it represents. Bile rose in my throat as I dropped the phone and took off running from the building, not sparing a second glance at the people gawking at me. He starts laughing and this is one of his full hearty laughs, “Must be the approaching full moon and the fact that its mating day today.”About halfway down the hall I felt strong arms go around me as a hand covered my mouth. I could feel the body heat radiating off my captor and I could tell it was a male. I went into the nursery to find little Slate swaddled in a blanket, smiling up at the mobile and making the most adorable little sounds.

I never knew you would go public with this", Carly sneered as she handed me her phone. I looked down and realized the boys had filmed me. They'd filmed themselves using me! And shared it with the whole school! As you embark on this gripping adventure, be prepared to be swept away by Maimai's skillful storytelling and her ability to bring the werewolf realm to life. "The Scarred Luna" is a remarkable novel that leaves a lasting impression, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, strength, resilience, and the pursuit of redemption can overcome the harshest of scars. I sit there listening to Keith drone on and on about ‘mate day’ when something cold falls over my head. I see it dripping down onto my tray and see it’s milk.

Summary

My room was a big room with an ensuite; when Richard and Lana took me in they wanted to make sure I gad everything. I finally made it to the door but, everything was quiet? There wasn't a light on in the house, and I couldn't hear Mom's evening TV show. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe it was just spreading around school? Maybe I was safe, for now? I carefully pushed the old, heavy cedar door open and stepped into the foyer. Still, no signs of life as I tiptoed to the kitchen. Richard is openly crying, “You are wonderful, you know that? Your parents would be so proud of you.”

You'd should've been up an hour ago you sorry, bitch", She shrieked, stalking towards me menacingly.It'd always been bad but this, this was beyond anything else. They'd crossed a line, a line that I couldn't just wipe away and redraw. Pain, more pain than I thought physically possible. Those who are between the ages of 12 and 17 must help with the service of the function and hence why I’m not exactly ecstatic about it. He laughs at me, “I know when my son is lying to me, I could smell it but the boy is too arrogant and stupid to think otherwise. Plus he looked dry and didn't smell like expired milk. So, tell me, why did you lie?” All the walls were painted cream and on the wall, there was a large gold circular mirror and underneath it, there was a white vanity table with various perfumes and makeup, which I don’t use. Before I could attempt to fix the situation, she slapped me; leaving a strong stinging sensation, and stomped off to get ready for work.