The Lunar Legacy
Feel me?
Always, Kev, she linked, green eyes softening, tattoo tingling. Side by side, no cracks.
The yard erupted—blades clashed, slings snapped, pups shouted, dummies groaned. The packhouse loomed, herbs swaying, pines whispering beyond. The sun climbed, dew burning away, but Cora’s amulet pulsed in Sam’s mind, a ticking clock—tomorrow, red eyes, hunger. Her staff hummed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s scent her anchor, the pack’s pulse her vow. They’d fight, they’d bleed, they’d win—together.
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