The Lunar Legacy
he said, his claws tearing through flesh, blood spraying as Zane’s scream cut off in a gurgle, his body slumping to the rock, his amber eyes staring blankly at the storm.
The rain fell harder, washing away the blood, the storm a witness to their victory. Sam and Kevin stood over Zane’s body, their chests heaving, their claws dripping with rain and blood, their bond a fire that burned brighter than the lightning. Sam turned to Kevin, her green eyes wide, her voice a whisper as she reached for him, her fingers trembling. “We did it,” she said, her breath hitching, the weight of the war lifting, a relief that made her knees weak.
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