Luna and Luna
John was sitting in a sofa opposite to a mourning Luna, he had a cup of coffee that he nurtured. The Luna would look at him for brief moments with unreadable looks. “I know it is hard for you, and the pack. Seeing me probably evokes hard feelings. But I hope you will believe me when I say I am here only to help.” The Luna pursed her lips and gave a curt nod. Her tight black dress was flawless on her, her hair put back in a tight bun. Everything about her was to perfection. Even the way she mourned her alpha was pristine. “We had a good life, a good relationship. It started out rough, but he changed for me. I was foolish to admire his qualities that would eventually end him. Even though I always knew that the chance of losing him was great. I never in a million years would think we would lo
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