Episode 49

Old Luna's POV

The rage Festin was spraying on me made me tremble. Whenever he got pissed, his wolf would appear, and it didn't always end well. Since he does have a clean heart, which I admired greatly, he would run into the woods, howl his pain out and rip the forest apart. And in the morning, while he crawled back home exhausted by his moon actions, the news would burst out that animals were slaughtered in the forest, and the claw marks and the scent matched a lycan.

His shifts at nights or in the days made him wanted in high demand, but he chose to be with me still. Seeing him again kept me bothered about his well-being. Maybe it would be best if we left together.

"He came at me and after making me suck his… his…" Stammering real hard, my eyes trailed down to Festin's pronounced bulge and gulped, and he went along with me.

"What are we looking at, Brina? I don't think I follow."

Without saying a word, I reached for his swollen bulge with shaky hands and slowly untied the string ar