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217. The Luna-I
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2025-06-13 18:00:13|| Lilac’s POV ||
The sunset bled across the sky in streaks of crimson and gold, but the beauty of it did nothing to ease the restless dread coiling in my chest. I sat by the window, fingers gripping the sill until my knuckles turned white. Where was Alaric? He should have been back by now. He only went to see Elias. Did something have happened? A cold whisper of unease slithered down my spine. Runa, my missing wolf, howled faintly in the depths of my mind— a distant echo of warning. Something was wrong. I shut my eyes, forcing my breathing to steady. Focus. The wind carried no scent, no sound— just a suffocating silence. And then, like a ripple in water, a vision flashed behind my eyelids. Teeth. Blood. A sea of rogues crashing against the pack borders. My eyes flew open. "No—" I was moving before the thought fully formed, my bare feet slapping against the polished floors as I sprinted through the house. My fingers fumbled
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