Dance of the Luna
s u m m a r y
At some point, life decides to play with you. Most people call it fate; I call it a cliché fairytale.
The cheers erupt on the dot of midnight as I run down the marble steps of the pack house. “Shit!” I mumble, cursing at myself for tripping on the black, silky train of my dress.
I have to quickly get out of here. Before—
The scent of the woods and fresh rain invades my sense of smell, confusing my wolf and I for a moment to turn around, run back up the stairs and collapse into the arms of my mate.
But I can’t do that.
My wolf is angry at me for running the opposite direction but she understands why I must do what I did. I need to get out of here.
Now it begs the question, why am I running away from my mate to live a Cinderella’s tale?
It’s because I have been played right into fate’s twisted hands.
My name is Cassandra and this is my story.
c a u t i o n
- There will be a fair amount of profanities and grammatical errors as this is my first draft of my very first book.
- The updates will be slow as a chapter is released here Monday every fortnight.
- There might be possible bloody and gory scenes as well as references to syringes and needles. Make sure to read at your own risk.
- If there is another language involved, there is a high chance it is directly taken from google translate, therefore the possibility of horrible translations.
[ you have been warned ]
s t a t u s
started on: January 22, 2019
ends on: —
c o p y r i g h t
Plagiarism is not appreciated. Any form of plagiarising—meaning copying down word for word—of this story without the author’s permission is highly unacceptable.
@All Rights Reserved 2019
I hope you would see to this and respect my decisions. Enjoy.