A Luna for the Lycan King
“No wonder I never found you. Why are you here and not in the dragon lakes?”
The dragon didn’t answer, at least not with words. It kept circling, a spiral of muscle and power, the current of its movement warping the bubble, making Dayanara’s arms tremble. A head bent down, slow and regal, and I saw the eyes for the first time. A crystalline blue, deeper than the ocean, fixed on us with the sort of attention that made you feel very, very small.
No, not on us. On me. Or rather, on the thing in my hand.
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