The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
She smiled faintly, regal to the end, then turned and left with the grace of a woman who'd once ruled without falter.
When the echo of her heels had disappeared down the corridor, a second presence remained.
Lupercus. Still leaning against the carved marble wall, with his arms crossed.
"She's coming around," he said quietly.
"She has no choice," I replied.
He grunted. "No... but it helps that she actually likes the girl."
I turned to face him, drawing in a breath. "What do you have?"
"Progress," he answered, finally pushing off the wall and walking closer. "On Narine's genealogy."
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