The Lunar Legacy
She raised her hand, her wolf—a russet female named Blaze—howling beside her, the sound echoing through the clearing, the firelight casting a golden glow on her face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared memory.
Samantha stood, her movements slow but steady, her green eyes glowing with pride, her voice soft but clear, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the clearing a mirror to the peace in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “You’re the Dawn Pack now,” she said, her silver hair catching the sunlight, the crescent pendant around her neck gleaming, the sunlight dancing on her face, the clearing a haven, th
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