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The Binding of Flame

作者: Tyson Roy
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-16 05:01:44

The air over Moonrise carried an uneasy hum, a quiet tension that rippled through every den, fire circle, and shadowed alley.

Whispers of the healer’s rage had traveled faster than the wind of Aria, the Luna who had stood between a child and the darkness, and who had struck like a storm.

Some spoke her name with reverence. Others, in hushed awe. A few with the kind of fear that came from not knowing whether such power was a gift… or a warning.

Eyes That Follow

Aria felt it with every step she took through camp—eyes lingering too long, conversations breaking into silence as she passed. Her daughter’s small fingers were warm in her palm; behind her, Xander’s presence was steady, his gaze a shield against the stares.

She had saved a life. But in doing so, she had shown the pack something they could never unsee: that the healer’s hands could also strike.

The laws had shifted, the old truths cracked. The question now was not if the world had changed—but how far.

A Call at Dusk

The answer
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