Return of the rejected white she luna
Tears gushed down my cheeks as I considered Sebastian, lying broken and battered, our adoration cut unfortunately off.
Yet, similarly as the Lycaon raised back to convey the killing blow, a haze of movement grabbed my attention. A figure showed up apparently out of the blue, a flexible, elegant structure that intervened itself among me and the Lycaon. It was Sienna. In spite of her battered state, she stood tall and disobedient, her blazing hair whipping around her like a blood red corona. Her eyes ignited with a power I had never seen, and her hands snapped with emerald energy.
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