The Lunar Legacy
Claws out, heart in—keep her alive, or I’ll shred you.
Sam’s staff slammed the ledge, voice cutting through snarls, fierce, unyielding. “Hold the line!” she roared, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s slashes, Jasper’s swings, Lila’s stones, pups’ trembling claws. “Zane’s ours—no one breaks us!” Her tattoo flared, Luna’s fire surging, braid whipping, heart pounding—red eyes glinted above, claws scraping stone, the Fang descending.
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