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I said, dropping into a respectful bow.
"Come here, my child," the Old Matriarch called out, her face softening into a warm smile as she gestured for me to sit beside her cushion. She reached out, taking my cold fingers into her trembling, warm hands before glancing toward Ross. "Ross, this is your future Luna. The promised daughter of the Lykaon bloodline, Gorgo. Gorgo, this is the third son of our house, Ross."
"Ross..." My voice cracked slightly, his name leaving my lips like a delicate prayer.
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