The fortress awoke to the sound of steel being sharpened and armor being strapped on.Every warrior, every wolf, every witch in the Crescent camp moved with purpose. The Hollow's fall had not ended the war — it had only shifted its focus. Now, the Third Moon loomed red and low in the sky, a harbinger of ancient power not yet fully awakened.At the center of the courtyard, Aria stood in ceremonial armor — not gilded, but forged of duskstone and runed silver, engraved with her mother’s bloodline symbol: a phoenix rising from a crescent moon.Varek approached from the shadows of the hall, dressed in deep black lined with silver. His chestplate bore the mark of the Nightfangs, but his eyes held only Aria.She turned to face him, her lips quirking in a small smile.“You clean up well, Alpha.”“And you’re breathtaking, Luna.”She took a steadying breath. “Are you sure about this?”“We’ve marched into death together,” he said. “I think we can survive a wedding.”A low laugh escaped her.Arou
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