When I walk out, I’m on cloud nine. Not as a Luna, or a werewolf of any sort, but as a teenage girl in love.
And there is my boyfriend—my love—waiting for me, his hair a sexy mess and a feverish look in his eyes. As I walk toward him, a life together flashes before my eyes: Us getting older, having children, finding our way together…forever.
I don’t know if it will be like that, but in the moment it’s the only thing I want to think about.
He takes my hand, playfully swinging them back and forth as we walk to the outer perimeter. Then we take a turn into the woods. “I thought we could use some privacy,” Alex explains.
“Whatever happened to the rogues? Did you find them?”
“I don’t think we found all of them. There were thirteen there. But we left a message for any that returned.”
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