Luna Calypso

Luna Calypso

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Tak znalazłam swoją bratnią duszę, czy będzie mi pisane żyć pełnią szczęścia czy też będę musiała poświęcić swoją miłość... Mam na imię Calypso i jestem wilkołakiem, należę do watahy Dark Moon, jednej z najpotężniejszej w rejonie Dark Forest dystrykt. Mój ojciec alfa Kane, ma wobec mnie duże wymagania, jako córka Alfy muszę reprezentować watahę najlepiej jak potrafię z czym wiąże się znaleźć odpowiedniego partnera, każdy wilkołak wie że to nie tak działa, to nie my a bogini decyduje kto jest naszym wybrankiem serca. Czy zadowolę ojca i zwiąże się z mężczyzna z odpowiednią rangą czy bogini będzie miała wobec mnie inne zamiary....Czy pojawi się ktoś inny...?!
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"She loved like she died. Deeply, and in the end, chaotic. I guess you didn't realize how much she had shook your world until she was dead. Until her blood painted the ground and her heart ceased to beat. She cried every night, you know. She would collapse to the floor and let her tears flow. She wasn't afraid. Not until you beat her down with every harsh word, every little blow. Isn't it a shame? That the only people that can cause us such irreversible pain are the ones we love with every fiber of our being? It's poetic, maybe. That she would have burned the world for you if you asked, and instead you burned her. Love is not something you can push away, alpha. It's the end, and the beginning. It is the creator and the destroyer. Who taught you to hate like you love? Why are your indiscretions not spat on like hers? A shame, really, that you hadn't met sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have fallen so far, and dragged her down with you. But she is far gone, and this time, I'm afraid there is no pulling her back." Highest #21 in Werewolf Cover by liamsanchor9

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