The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna
“You said there were three threats to the Dark Mage during the war—the Amadeus wolves, the Castellanos Priest, and one more…”
I trail off, looking at her expectantly.
Eleanor doesn’t answer.
“The Primarch Arcana,” Dominicus finishes for her. “The strongest of all light witches.”
“Yes,” I say, excitement flaring. “If we can find her, we’ll be ready. That’s all we need.”
My hope blooms into something fierce and determined.
“We find her,” I say. “And we fight.”
I stare at Eleanor in growing excitement, expecting her to nod in agreement. To maybe give us some direction. A name. A place.
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