His Prophesied Luna
When she finally succeeded in tucking the anger away, she ripped her hand out of Marcos’ hold and strutted over to Devon and Kiara.
“No harm shall be done to you, Kiara Sorde, to you, Devon Vukovic, and to your pack, by I, Ketura Fenrir.” She chanted, binding herself to her words, then she stretched out her hand to the both of them, “your hands, so I can undo the spell.”
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