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

the wounds had healed. All except

that he was often able to suppress the pain. It didn’t always bother him. But when the cold set

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 his fear, the pain he’d felt from his injuries,

different angle. Nicholas, a prince, had been sent

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

him to hurt himself further by trying to hide

get back to

I

Elve from him, but she buried her nose against

the most

mind to it.

I tried to smile at Nicholas. His kindness and generosity were not lost on me. It wouldn’t hurt to make nice with him, for Elva’s sake if

likes you,” I

his arms. He seemed pleased with the words,

be

else to say, other than, “Thank you, Prince Nicholas.” I tried another smile. “I’ll try to teach

dare,” he

actually like being called Nick–lass? Or maybe he did. It was rather