Taming the Rogue Luna
Two sentries step forward immediately—tall, broad-shouldered men in dark leathers, their hands resting near the hilts of the short blades strapped to their hips.
One of them squints at us.
"You're not expected," he says bluntly.
"We don't need an invitation," Korra replies evenly.
He scowls. "State your names."
I step forward slightly, planting my boots in the dirt.
"Alpha Korra Xarano of the Xarano pack, Alpha Octavius Reid and Luna Kaida Xarano of the Raven Moon.” Korra states boldly, staring the men dead in the eye.
At the mention of our names, the sentries stiffen. Exchange a glance.
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