From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 Wolves On Blood Island?

Chapter 380 Wolves On Blood Island?

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Its fur was completely black, its coat swallowing the light, its body massive in a way that made my brain struggle to comprehend. A wolf?

A huge all-black wolf.

“What the hell?” My breath fogged faintly against the glass.

They didn’t have wolves on Blood Island. It belonged to vampires, right? At least, I’d never heard of an But this was the island. Private land. Dense woods. Maybe wildlife out here was different.

Still, he was enormous. Bigger than any wolf I’d seen. Bigger than he should’ve been. I felt like I wasn’t supposed to see him. Like watching him was…. wrong?

Lightning split the sky again, turning the world white for a heartbeat, and in that flash I saw him clearly, head held high and alert, ears forward, standing in the center of the clearing like he was listening.

I held

my breath like he might hear me. My fear tangled low and tight in my stomach. I should’ve been backing away from the window. Should’ve gone to get Dorian. He’d probably want to know so he could scare the animal off his property.

But I couldn’t look away. It was like I was transfixed by his beauty. Then his head lifted higher. And turned Right toward the house.

Right toward the window.

My breath caught so hard it hurt.

My fingers curled into the curtain.

“There’s no way you can see me.”

He tilted his head like he heard me.

A shiver rippled down my spine, raising

goosebumps along my arms. I should have moved away from the window but I couldn’t. Something 7 passed through me in that moment, sharp and electric, like a live wire brushing bare skin. A pull towards

him I didn’t understand.

He didn’t bare his teeth. Didn’t even move closer. He just stood there in the storm, rain soaking his fur, eyes locked on me. Then he tilted his head back and howled. It was haunting, almost sad. I gasped, lening The curtain, close

The sound went through me. Not just into my ears, through my ribs, my spine, my lungs, like the note threaded itself between my bones and pulled tight. It wasn’t the wild, chaotic cry I expected. It was long and low and aching, the kind of sound that made your chest hurt before your brain could tell you why

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My hand flew to my mouth, breath stuttering behind my fingers as the curtain slipped from my other hand and fell shut. The room plunged back into dim shadows, but the echo of that howl lingered vibrating in the air.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, stumbling back a step from the window like distance could make it less real

My heart was racing again, but not the same way it had when I woke up. This felt different

Charged. Like something had reached through the glass and touched me without ever crossing the distance.

It was just an animal, I told myself. A wild animal on an island with woods. That was all. Storms made animals act weird. Maybe it got separated from a pack. Maybe it was-

No.

That hadn’t sounded like a call to other wolves.

It sounded like a call to me It was well into the night, and I was restless. I had no idea what time it was.

My phone was still in my jacket pocket downstairs somewhere. I paced back and forth across Malachi’s room, arms wrapped around myself. I was disappointed he never came back. I seriously needed to pee. and my throat was so dry from the wine it felt like I’d swallowed sand.

Stop being a pussy and go get a drink.

“Fuck it.”

Decision made.

I cracked the door open and peered into the dark hallway, listening for any sounds in the house. But the storm was so loud it was hard to hear anything besides the wind rattling the windows and the low growl of thunder rolling in the distance.

On tiptoes, I rushed across the hall to the bathroom, my heart lodged somewhere in my throat. I wasn’t even sure why I was so jumpy. Maybe it was the wolf. Maybe the storm. Maybe the fact that I was alone in a big-ass three-story house that wasn’t mine.

I slipped inside and shut the door behind me, releasing a shaky breath as the lock clicked into place. I took care of business quickly and washed my hands. I dried them on the towel and glanced at myself in the mirror.

My hair was a mess. I raked my fingers through it, but it was no use. I needed a brush. I rummaged through the drawers in search of one. Malachi had long hair. He had to have one somewhere

Finally, I found one and worked it through my rat’s nest of tangles, wincing when it snagged

“Okay, enough stalling”

I set the brush down, then froze with my hand on the bathroom doorknob.

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Chapter 350 Wolves On Blood Island?

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