Revenge of Flame Luna
Scott hunched over, clutching his chest in the same agony.
He tried to call my name, but I was already walking away.
My steps were light from emptiness. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I could no longer stay.
When I reached the edge of the forest, the air shifted—cold, heavy. It’s a magic.
Before I could react, a beam of blue light pierced through my chest. The sound of rustling leaves filled my ears.
“Luna Lulu McCarthy,” a voice spoke, calm and cold, “daughter of Mary Ann McCarthy—the last Fire Elemental Wolf.”
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