Xael
“We both know that losing our Luna is not an option. I am the problem here. So, I am asking you if there is a way of getting rid of me?” Clint rephrases his question.
“Are you crazy?” I ask in disbelief as Xena and I reach the end of the stairs.
I hear gasps, which don’t surprise me at all. My Luna is gorgeous. She is exceptional in this attire. Our pack colors brink out all her beautiful features. I don’t usually mind when all these Alphas ogle, but she is not pleased with me at the moment.
“One more reason why we should try to subdue or get rid of me,” Clint links as we approach Fiona and Gwen.
“We are linked you and I. You die, I die,” I remind him.
I have heard in fiction where someone got separated from their wolf, but it is impossible in reality.
“Humans live without
