Moonbound Legacy
Her words were intimate, drawing him in, emotions raw: empathy making her voice crack slightly, hope kindling as his pain faded.
The packmate, a burly shifter with fur still partially shifted along his arms, groaned, his brown eyes meeting hers with gratitude. "Lila... it's fading," he rasped, voice rough with pain but softening, emotions shifting from agony to relief, trust in her healing deepening his gaze. "You're a gift from the moon. Without you... we'd be lost." He clasped her hand weakly, the contact sharing a flicker of his fear—the cult's shadow had nearly claimed him—and Lila's tattoo shimmered brighter, the white light spreading to soothe another nearby wound, the hall's firelight
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