The Lunar Legacy
He shielded Mara, axe ready, warmth her anchor, “Stay close, yeah?”
Sam sprinted toward the rune circle, green eyes locked on a figure—Veyra, pale blonde braid glinting, ice-blue eyes cold, frost-gray furs swirling, claws extended, iron scars on her hands flashing. “Your Veil ends here, Veyra!” Sam snarled, staff swinging, silver tip sparking, aimed at her chest, Luna roaring—Break her, Sam!
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