The Lunar Legacy
She’s filth, Mara—hunt, bleed!
Jasper stood beside her, his burly frame tense, sandy hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes narrowed, his axe gripped tightly, its blade smeared with ash, the knuckle scar on his hand glinting as he shifted his grip. His fur-lined vest was singed at the hem, the heat making his chest heave, but his warmth held steady, Mara’s fire his sun, the pack’s legacy his shield, the curse’s hum a call to battle. Boulder, his wolf, rumbled, his tawny form poised, head low, eyes sharp, the red glow reflecting in his fur. Stone holds, pup—stand, fight!
Bab Populer