Blood. The rich colorful evidence of our beating heart.
Blood. Staining my hands.
Blood. Dying the snow red.
Blood. That felt disturbingly warm on touch.
But she wasn't warm. No, she was cold.
Absolutely freezing covered in fresh blood, snow and scars. The signs of struggle are visible. Eyes shut, barely breathing. That's how I found her.
Never had such ire/rage filled me. I know she fought. She didn't give up. She didn't let them take her.
Retribution shall be paid for every drop of blood and for every trickle of fear.
It's time they realize why did the world shake in terror, when the King decides to play the judge, the jury and the fucking executioner.
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Luna Felix
WerewolfShe is an Alpha's daughter, trained to become a Luna her whole life. And prepared to take the alpha's place if circumstances force her to. But what will happen, when she becomes the Luna of Luna's: Luna Queen. With a whole new world of perils, probl...
