Moonlit Secrets
The keeper’s steps vanished under the rush of claws and steel.
Aria fought through the chaos. She ducked under falling bodies, stepped over shattered shields. She kept going until she saw him—Xander, surrounded, bleeding, on his knees.
Thorne raised a blade, aimed at his heart.
Aria screamed.
Time bent.
She didn’t think. She didn’t plan. She reached inward, past the edges of what she was taught, past what was safe. She called something old. Something buried. Something forbidden.
The Luna’s flame.
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