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

had healed. All except for

didn’t always bother him. But when the cold

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

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

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

him to hurt himself further by trying to

to our

I

but she

best.” Elva could be the most stubborn

mind to it.

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. It wouldn’t hurt to make

likes you,” I

his arms. He seemed pleased with the words, though he didn’t offer any type

moment, he said, “She’ll be safe here.

I

you dare,” he said

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