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.

so many others, was he

most of the wounds had healed. All

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

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 his fear, the pain he’d felt from his injuries, and the guilt he’d suffered every day, knowing others had died to save

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

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

hurt himself

should get back to our

I

Elve from him, but she buried her nose against

be the most stubborn girl in the kingdom, when she

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

you,” I

The girl had fallen asleep in his arms. He seemed pleased with the words, though he

said, “She’ll be safe here. I will

than, “Thank you, Prince Nicholas.” I tried another

dare,”

feeling flooded through me again. He couldn’t actually like being called Nick–lass?