The Lunar Legacy
Keep her sharp.
Sam’s crescent moon tattoo glowed faintly, tingling, her pulse quickening at his touch. “Thanks, Kev. Let’s make it stick.” Luna purred, teasing. He’s your stone, Sam. Fire and stone—unbreakable.
Lila’s sling snapped, a stone hitting dead center, her cheer ringing. “Got it, Sam! Link’s like magic!” She bounced, hazel eyes bright, pups clapping, but her hands shook—fifty wolves, red eyes, too close. Spark yipped, spinning. You’re their light, Lila! Keep it burning!
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