Chasing my Luna
The weavers’ hum grew faint, their threads glowing, a reminder of their strength within her.
She led her companions to the plateau’s edge, where a radiant portal shimmered, its light a bridge to the distant world. “We’re guardians now,” she said, her voice ringing with love, her hollowness a beacon. The vision hinted at danger—a shadow that could manipulate hearts, unravel bonds—but her love for Kade, Selene, Lucas, and Bryan was a shield. Her mother’s spark glowed, its whisper proud: “You are their heart.”
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