Dagger of the Blood Moon
They radiate happiness, a warmth that blooms in my chest and draws a joyful purr from Aria.
“Liora,” Thorne says, voice deep and steady, cupping my cheek with a calloused hand. “The dagger is yours by blood and birthright. Forged under the first blood moon, blessed by the Goddess herself, it will guide you.”
Elora steps closer, her touch gentle on my hair. “The Shadow Beast stirs, daughter—a curse of envy and betrayal. It twists kin into foes, whispers madness through the blood moon. Your Silver Blessing is its lure, but your true mate is its bane. His bond will anchor you, burn the shadow away. Trust him, Liora. Trust the love the Goddess has woven for you.”
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