The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0323

My wolf stepped another inch closer to me, and then, inexplicably, it stopped.

I peeked open my eyes.

It had entirely frozen, eyes on mine. It panted its breath. Its muscles tensed like it was holding itself back.

I didn’t dare hope but…

“Do you… remember me?” I asked.

It stepped back and a whimper escaped the back of its throat.

“Oh, my wolf,” I sobbed. “I’m so sorry. You are so good, fighting so hard.”

It closed its eyes and turned from me. I couldn’t see inside of its head, but I imagined it was fighting with Jane for control.

My heart broke for my wolf. How many terrible things had it been forced to do at Jane’s command? Had it resigned itself over the years? Or had it always fought back, trying and failing again and again to keep Jane from being the terrible person she was.

My wolf was good. It was as pure-hearted as they came. For it to have to fight, to hurt… or

worse…

My wolf shuffled on its feet. It was struggling. I didn’t know if it would win this fight.

“I’ll find you,” I promised. “I won’t rest until we are back together again.”

The wolf reared its head and howled, loud and crisp. The sound echoed in the empty spot in my chest. That’s where the wolf belonged.

“Then we’ll never be separated again.”

Then, at once, the wolf collapsed. Slowly, I watched as the fur disappeared into smooth skin. Before long, Jane was there and my wolf was no longer.

It had saved me and fought against Jane’s command to the point of exhaustion. When it had collapsed, it had taken Jane down with it.

They were still alive. Jane’s chest rose and fell with steady breaths.

her there, a prisoner of our own, until we could remove wolf

I forced myself to ignore Jane and my wolf, and ran

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and

Strength returned, shooting through his body with such a strong force that I felt the power of it-radiating off of him in waves. It was enough to send me down onto

once, he tore forward, giving Julian

Jane into their arms. I made a grab for them, but a different attacker

what was

me. Adrenaline surged inside of me, as I mostly tried to stay out of the way. Julian and Nicholas moved in sync, fast as blurs, like they had never fought against each other a day in

supposed, despite their differences, they would not abandon the

ended. The attackers had either sc att ered or were left wounded or

their human

sides and looked them over for wounds. Julian seemed okay. Nicholas had many wounds but they were all rapidly healing without that

powers.

out his hand for me and

The tears

my wolf weighed heavily on me. I couldn’t do much more

his arms. I didn’t care about the stench of blood, or the mess. I only cared about his closeness and his warmth and the strength he

left me. I would be here in Nichol a

pajamas were already ruined. What did it matter if my tears were added to

his fingers through my hair. He didn’t say anything, but I felt his concern in the tightness of his arms around me, and the rapid beat of his heart. He dropped a tender

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I wanted to bury my way inside of him and never leave him again. But that was never in the cards for us. This moment, just like everything else between

back, enough to look up

say it,” he

“Say what?” I asked.

quirked a tiny smile.

close, in a landscape of carnage. Yet under the grief over the

head back against the hard plain of his chest. I clawed at his pajama shirt. I wouldn’t say what I wanted

keep holding me. Don’t leave me. Even when

selfish. I couldn’t dare to say the