The Lunar Legacy
Shade pressed against him, his black-and-red fur ruffled, the frost dusting his fur, the wind howling through the valley, the valley a battlefield, the chill a test of their bond.
Mara wiped her dagger on her cloak, her brown eyes blazing with fire, her voice bright, the wind howling through the valley, the frost dusting her cloak, the spire now a dull obsidian, the valley a battlefield they’d conquered, the chill a distant threat. “That was a hell of a welcome!” she said, her laughter sharp, the bead cord on her wrist gleaming in the dim light, the frost crunching under her boots, the wind a howling challenge, the pack’s unity a warmth in the cold. “The Frostspire’s got some fight in it, Ja
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