I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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The moon was high in the sky, her brightness kissing the clearing and the woods ahead. The air was still cold for a spring night and the woman gently shivered under the shawl, even if her hands were warmed by the cup of tea she was holding. Her eyes were focused on the trees on the horizon, catching every movements coming from the leaves and the branches. They were still faintly calling to her even after all these years.
The woods had always been calling to her, but her true call had always been the Moon.
She remembered a time when she had been torn. Torn about which song to follow: the song of her true nature, of her ancestors, or the song of a future casted upon very few. But the Moon had always sung louder to her than the woods, her tune as alluring as her promises. And so she had made her choice.
The woman brought the cup to her lips, savoring the flavors of lavender and honey. Her plants were gently swishing in the breeze and she marveled at the sight. This was her favorite moment of the day, after all. The moment in which she would sit outside, a cup of steaming tea in her hands, watching her garden and talking to the Moon. A faint smile appeared on her lips at the events that had occurred that day. The werewolf she had met was like fire: deadly and dangerous, but alluring at the same time. Her flaming eyes had spoken the words her mouth hadn't, sparkling like a mixture of earth gems.
The woman then looked up at the moon, the shadow of a smile still on her lips.
"You chose well."
The moon seemed to glow brighter and the woman laughed, the sound echoing in the silence of the night. Her laugh, however, died soon after. She sipped again, the tea giving her warmth.
"She will not fail."
"She will not," she repeated.
This time, however, the moon didn't answer.
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