The Lunar Legacy
The dawn’s yours—weave now, love them.
Kevin Talon knelt nearby, tying vines to a trellis, his pine-and-smoke scent a steady anchor drifting through the clearing, a healed scratch on his shoulder invisible under a loose shirt. His dark hair was tied back, amber eyes bright, focused, softening as they caught Sam—Mara’s hum, Jasper’s jest, Lila’s skip. Love was his foundation—Sam safe, the pack thriving—but purpose honed his edge, a vow to nurture, not just guard. His claw mark tattoo pulsed faintly, a red glow binding him to her, urging him closer. Shade, his wolf, growled low, gravelly but content, his black-and-red form sprawled in Kevin’s thoughts. She’s fire, pup. Weave with her—hold her
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