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Runaway Unatha

"You," He repeated, his breath coming out rather heavily as he took a step closer to me. In that moment, it was as if my body was on the verge of erupting into flames. To have him near me was to feel the pull of desire, an overwhelming need to touch him, to let my fingers dance across his face, and to surrender to the promise of all the things he could do to me. His eyes stared deeply, probing as if attempting to unearth every dark secret I had ever hidden throughout my life. Within his gaze, there were two emotions locked in a fierce battle for control: desire and disgust. As he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes were filled with hatred. "You don't have a wolf." ~ In the wolf pack of Nightfang, where power and privilege reigned supreme, Unatha was an anomaly. A girl without a wolf, she had been rejected by her so-called mate and left to navigate the treacherous and dangerous world on her. But destiny had other plans. In a twist of fate, Unatha discovered that her heart was meant for another, not just any other, but the Alpha King, a powerful Lycan whose authority was unchallenged. As the secrets of her true lineage unraveled, Unatha found herself at the center of a supernatural world far more complex than she could have ever imagined. As she delved deeper into this hidden realm, Unatha unearthed ancient rivalries, unearthly powers, and a love she never thought possible. But in this perilous journey, not all were allies, and not all were what they seemed.

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Sparks Fly

Zane firmly held my hand as we walked out of the pack gates, and three guardians respectfully nodded their heads in our direction. I had to remind myself that Zane had officially declared me as his Luna, so these moments would become more frequent, whether I liked it or not.

A pleasant sensation coursed through my body at the touch of his hand, which felt strong and warm. Zane walked slowly, being considerate of my healing legs, as he should anyways. We had returned to my quarters to retrieve a long, flowing skirt that could conceal the bandages and stains and Zane had waited outside as I changed.

Now, we were following a pathway that led to a village I could see in the distance. There was an unspoken tension between Zane and me, and the silence became increasingly awkward.