The Lunar Legacy
“Get me out of here.”
Zane’s voice cut through the moment, a silken growl that sent a chill down Kevin’s spine. “Not so fast, Talon,” he said, stepping from the shadows near the throne, his amber eyes glinting with menace. His shaved head gleamed, his claw-mark tattoos stark against his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, his claws extended, sharp and black. Rhea was at his side, her jet-black hair braided tight, her cruel smile a slash of white, her dagger in hand. Behind them, a dozen Black Shadow wolves emerged, their amber eyes glowing, their snarls a chorus of death.
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