The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
Her words settled like dust in a sunbeam, silent and golden and impossible to ignore.
I tried to speak, to ask how, but Elenywyn cut in, murmuring, "She's djinn, Narine. They're not just creatures of sand and flame," Elenwyn added. "They see beyond the surface of things. Through veils and time. Some say djinn live on the edge of reality itself."
"I was born from a desert storm, shaped by fire, bound by blood, and bred to know the truths people bury in the dark, Ilyra added.
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