THE CRESCENT MOON PACK.
NICHOLAS.
It has been a month since I picked some other female as my chosen mate and also my Luna.
The feelings I felt with her weren’t the same as the one I felt with Andrea, my fated mate. These days, I couldn’t understand what I was feeling. There was this guilt that coursed through me whenever I think about Andrea and what I did to her, and every night her crying face when I rejected her haunts me in my dreams. I no longer had any peace of mind as only the thought of her was in my head, and mum had to bring a witch to the pack, so I could have a good night rest, but that didn’t seem to work.
Anywhere I look, I see Andrea there, and I sometimes remember the little time we spent together as children.
I still can’t remember what happened to her parents; I
