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Hoax || Luke Hemmings fanfic.||

Hoax || Luke Hemmings fanfic.||

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 13, 2016
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A teenage girl name Luna Wolf . She was raised by her grandfather. He told her about passed times and how people appear as one but are different, not even the takes could prepare her for what was coming for her. She was always a nature girl, nonetheless she would enjoy exotic things. She went to an carnival one night. An old man constantly kept bothering me her telling of a pure soul. Before shr knew it she had become a pon in his group of mythical creatures. He made her a puppet. And creatures lived along his side. He made them look weak, he used them for money and profit. They were part human and animals, some ancient reptiles. They needed a survivor, or a way out. Read on story. contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes.
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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