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"Grandma, can you tell me a bedtime story?" Aria asked with eyes glittering of excitement as she crawled onto her bed and jumped under the blanket. "What story would you like to hear tonight my dear?" I replied as I tucked her in before sitting down on the chair next to her bed. "The one you told me about yesterday!" She giggled as I kissed her forehead, before sitting back down on the chair. "Alright, here we go-..." ------- Obs. The pictures feautured in this story do not belong to me but their rightful owners and I do not take credit for any of them. Unless it's my own work.
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Lunas are revered. Lunas are loved. Lunas are protected. Chosen by Alpha of the Southern River Border, Isabel is none of these. Isabel cleans herself thoroughly, meticulously, trying to get rid of the soot that covers her soul. Lars is a hybrid, a wolf shapeshifter with Waverider powers. He is quite skilled with water spells, but his core freezes when he discovers that his true mate has already been claimed by another. Lars is willing to fight for what is his to revere, love and protect. Until the ghosts appear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "But I still have to do one thing today. Strip," he orders, and I stare at him in shock, watching him swiftly remove his jacket and t-shirt. "What? No!" I cross my arms tighter on my chest, but then instantly regret my audacity. If he's anything like his predecessor, my protest will just spur him on. "Suit yourself," he shrugs and his pants fly over the other clothes piled at his feet. Standing tall in front of me, he speaks in the low voice that effortlessly controls the minds of his wolves: "I have no intention of touching you, Isabel. But my beast fought for his mate and he will run with her tonight. Shift." ----------- This story contains mature content and triggering themes. Intended only for the 18+ readers. ~130 000 words Cover photo(s): Linda Kazares/Darius Cotoi via Unsplash.

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