The White Wolf Luna
“And by finding what’s calling us. That whisper—it’s not done. It’s watching, waiting for us to falter again.”
Aelira’s moonlight flickered, her hands clenched as she fought to keep her magic steady. “Then we don’t falter,” she said, her voice fierce but trembling. “Agnes didn’t. We won’t.”
The world responded, its hum growing stronger, as if acknowledging their resolve. The ground beneath them shifted slightly, not with a quake but with purpose, forming paths that stretched toward the horizon, each one glowing faintly with gold. The sky above cleared, revealing stars—not the stars of their old world, but new constellations, their patterns unfamiliar yet alive, as if drawn by Agnes’s hand.
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