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His knuckle stayed there, frozen, for a full second.
Luna slowly raised her right hand. The dark-gold life line across her palm pulsed along her veins, extending to the pale skin of her inner wrist. The last remnants of the molten spiderweb scars gleamed with a fading, metallic gold under the blood moon. She clenched her fist, pulling all that divine authority and those visions back into her palm. Then she lifted her head with cold finality. Her chilling, sharp eyes swept down over the kneeling commoners, the pale-faced nobles, and the grim-faced Third Lord on his high platform.
At this moment, she was the undisputed Empress. The one and only sovereign Mother of the entire Lycan race, whose
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