The Exiled Luna
“And believe me, they’ll make sure you can still fight like hell while you’re at it.”
I tried to act like I wasn’t shaken. Like it didn’t mean more to me than it should have.
But deep down, something warm began to flicker in my chest.
Maybe this was what belonging felt like.
Two days later, we rode north, following the ancient trade road that led to the Academy of the Moon. The Academy was neutral territory—open to all packs willing to send their heirs to learn peace, strategy, and power without bloodshed.
It sat nestled between the mountains, carved from silverstone and white granite, its towers spiraling toward the sky like fingers of the gods.
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