LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs
I didn’t understand it, couldn’t name it, but it was there, waiting.
I opened my eyes, meeting the camp’s gaze. The men’s faces were a sea of expectation—some mocking, some curious, all waiting to see me falter or rise. I took a breath, slow and steady, letting Nylo’s calm anchor me. My hands moved, not with hesitation but with intent, reaching toward the fire. The flames flickered, hungry, and I felt the pull, the connection, like a thread drawn taut.
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