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The Awakening of His Luna

After treacherous attacks from the Red Dragons, the Golden Dragons were almost eliminated from the face of the Earth, with only a few of them surviving and having to face decades of war against their persistent enemies. In the middle of the conflict, a new hope was found; one more surviving member of the Golden breed — Kemely. Except there was nothing they could do to take her from her current state of unconsciousness. Under the sun of her new home in Marbella, Kemy’s future was unclear as the only reality she knew were her dreams and her years of slumber. On the other side of the world, in the cold Alaska, Henry was very sure about his future. He is a Werewolf who is supposed to take the Beta’s daughter as his chosen mate and succeed his father as the Alpha of the Boreal Keepers Pack, one of the most ruthless packs on the continent. The Boreal Keepers Pack only knows power, how to crush their enemies, greed, and tradition. However, there is something they and their Alpha hate more than weakness: they hate dragons with passion. Henry changed his ways when he heard a call to his soul, a call from his long-sleeping mate. He didn’t know who she was or where she was; he only knew he had to find her. However, he never expected his mate to be Kemely, a Dragon. Will Henry leave his pack and his destiny to help bring his dragon mate back from her coma, or will he follow his father’s orders and wishes, and his pack’s ways? What will happen when the old feud between Dragons and Werewolves is challenged? Will destiny intertwine the ways of the Alpha’s son and his sleeping Dragon mate? Copyright Disclaimer: The Copyrights of This Book Belong To T. R. Durant.

T. R. Durant · Urban
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100 Chs

CHAPTER 69 Holding the Moon

  -Henry-

  "Kemy," I called for my mate once again, trying to feel her in my soul; to feel her skin underneath my fingers and her warmth radiating through me. 

  "Henry." I heard her voice in the distance, and soon I could see her approaching outline. Her curves enveloped by a halo of golden fire. She was a vision. 

  "This place, what is it? Where are we?" she murmured, looking around and gasping. 

  Taking her hands in mine, I explained, "I don't know, maybe someplace inside of my soul. The Goddess, she talked to me. And that white-wolf over there, she howled a song," I motioned to the she-wolf dipping her paws in the water. 

  "Henry, I can't see her," Kemy said, looking around confusedly. 

  An exhale left my throat. We didn't have much time, and I was sure she wasn't an imaginary wolf. Could she be a memory or some kind of dream? I just knew for a fact that I have already met her.