Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny
The warriors, white wizard novices, even the two alchemists carrying water stood in a line, some sitting on the fence, some drumming their shields in rhythm.
In the middle of the field, three familiar figures waited for me—close friends whom the world had entrusted to be siblings without blood. Luna Meyra from the Glimmerhowl pack, whose eyes were as calm as a forest pond; Luna Carine from the Ashveil pack, who always carried a firm wind on her shoulders; and Luna Elire from the Blazeborn pack, whose every movement was always elegant.
“If you’re two breaths late, we’ll consider you a coward,” Luna Carine shouted, her smile revealing fangs—half of her true form already creeping across her jaw
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