Dark Luna Rising
The Board’s soldiers faltered, uncertainty flickering in their eyes as they witnessed the ferocity and skill of Diego’s pack.
Diego advanced through the melee with renewed determination. He cut through an oncoming guard with a swift diagonal slash, then spun to block another’s desperate thrust. His mind, however, couldn’t shake the image of his pack in full fight mode—each member displaying their unique prowess.
Pippo’s daggers moved in a blur, striking at vulnerable points before retreating, while Aristide’s twin blades found their marks with surgical precision, each cut a silent testament to years of training. Sofia, shifting seamlessly into her wolf form, pounced from the shadows, her pow
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