The Lycan Prince's Blood
She breathes in and tries to feel Theon or their bond and it’s right there vividly.
“What’s your name, little mate?” the man asks, voice low, steady, with a strange calmness that wraps around her like fog.
Lumina stiffens, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes a step back. Her body is tense, her senses alert. There’s something about his presence—grounded, still, but not threatening. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she responds, “Lumina.”
He nods slowly, and for a second, his expression softens like he’s committing the name to memory. “I am Arwan—”
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