The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet
“Aid... with a few conditions, of course.”
Luna Anya smiled, sugar-sweet and venomous. “Like the Bloodmoon Amulet, for example. If they want help, they’ll give us access. It’s only fair. You know, in the spirit of… restoration.”
Seth looked up sharply. “Wait—what amulet?”
The air chilled for a beat. Luna Anya exchanged a knowing glance with Alpha Damien before waving it off with a laugh too airy to be innocent.
“Oh, nothing you need to worry about, my little pup,” she said, walking over to gently brush a lock of hair from Seth’s forehead. “Just an old tale. A small trinket, really. One that glows with power and promises everything a pack like ours needs.”
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