The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0025

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.

of so many others, was he able to escape, but not

time, most of the wounds had healed. All except for his right

him. But when the cold set in, or it

nights I had laid awake after hearing his story, imagining an 11 year old version of the boy I loved fighting in a shifter war. I had nightmares, imagining

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

I pulled my gaze away. I couldn’t let on that I knew his

himself further

to

I

but

most stubborn girl in

mind to it.

to my room, I tried to smile at Nicholas. His kindness

you,” I

had fallen asleep in his arms. He

“She’ll be safe here. I will see to it

Nicholas.” I tried another smile. “I’ll try to teach her how to pronounce your

you dare,”

familiar fond feeling flooded through me again. He couldn’t actually like being called