The Luna He Left in the Rain

ven years, I poured my soul and my fami

n he brought home Selene,

a hold his umbrella entirely over her, leavin

move into my newly built Luna villa, wear m

family's sacred, ancient amulet

ura to suppress anyone who questioned her, publicly humiliating me and cal

oy who once threw his broken body over mine to save me from a

taught him that my boundari

stop playing the

n front of all the regional elders, I pla

ject you, Kae

my thirty million gold coins, and prepared to expose

pte

ra

r, a thick, gray curtain that smudged the street lamps out

the dampness making my cashmere coat cl

ghtened deep beneath my ribs-an a

aiting fo

. His scent, a severe composition of winter pine and raw earth, had been an anchor to my restless spirit, a silent declaratio

, static-like warmth had traveled up my arm, a current

e rain felt col

to the curb, its tires hissi

el stepped out, holding

it settled like a stone as I saw t

as S

and she was shivering violently, her small

ut the umbrella was tilt

posed to the torrential downpour, his

ow tainted her usual green tea scent, a chemical note that scraped at the back of my throat and made the beast under

und of the storm, his voice carrying

minute. Let me get Sel

the strain, and I heard the faint rasp of my own

ael explained, his tone car

If the damp cold gets into her bon

orce my lungs to draw a slow, even breath, f

thrown his half-shifted, broken body over mine without a thought. I once believed the man who would shi

n hold an umbrella s

, a tightening in my chest that m

said, my voice eerily

igh heels, the wet leather

sed them directly into t

a to protect his Mate, he is useless to

, a flash of irritat

e shouted, stepping forward, but st

and stepped out from u

instantly, soaking my hai

asphalt, ignoring the sharp stone

licing my skin was nothing compar

the hollows of my mind, a grie

Silver Fang Pack, my clothes dripping water onto

una of our pack, was wai

ed nothing. Her nose twitched, catc

Elara," she said, her voice a low

vision blurring sl

steady, though the steady, forward-moving narrati

rgue; she simply nodded an

to take off my wet coat, I noticed the b

he boy who once carried me through two towns to a heale

I sat on the edge of my bed,

pressure pressed a

thic web that connected wolves,

echoed in my head,

, tiny part of me h

of those unused couture dresses you bought last month. She

laugh bubbled u

ilken thread of thought, woven with

d send you along with them. An unused Alpha

l growled

lls down, violently se

sharp sting, like a rubber band snappi

my phone buzzed

text fr

child. You lack the grace and

stand, a neat little epitaph