POWERS OF THE MOON BEARER
Their snarls faded into a low, menacing growl.
“Luna,” the alpha said, its voice deep and guttural.
She froze, her heart skipping a beat. “You can talk?”
“Surely,” the Alpha replied, stepping closer.
The way it moved was slow and dignified, almost regal. “You possess a relic – the power of the moon itself... Do you think we would overlook this fact?”
"What do you want?" Alec asked, stepping in front of Luna protectively.
The Alpha ignored him, its eyes locked on her. "The relic is ours, the Pack. Relinquish it, and you shall remain unharmed."
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