The Luna He Can’t Have
“You brought her to me, Blackshaw.”
Dayne shifts, blood streaming, grabbing my arm. “She’s not yours.”
The ancestor steps closer, gold eyes locked on me. “Her bloodline ends the curse or yours does, Blackshaw.”
A flare sparks near a fuel tank, flames licking. Luka shouts, “Run!” but I stand firm, claws out, my past weakness gone. The ancestor charges, and I meet him, my alpha strength roaring, the mill trembling as the fight for our bloodlines begins.
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