His Hybrid Luna
Luna Dowager’s eyes turned red in an instant, as I limped toward her.
"A... hybrid?" My voice choked.
Luna Dowager leaned closer, her crimson-tinged gaze piercing through me like a blade. "Yes, Valkyrie. A hybrid," she repeated, her tone cold and deliberate.
"Your mother was no mere healer from that massacred village—she was of witch descent, carrying the bloodline that our clan tried to reach for eternity centuries ago. You are the sole remnant of that bloodline, and the irony of it all is that the key to saving Ragnor lies in your wolf, the very creature tied to that cursed lineage."
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