The Luna Queen's Blood Oath
Each block, each parry, felt like a betrayal.
“I won’t fight you, Layla,” I declared, my voice echoing through the silent forest, thick with the scent of pine and battle-blood. My stance softened, my guard dropped. My arms, which had been raised to protect, slowly lowered to my sides. I stood exposed, vulnerable. “You are my mate. My Luna Queen. I cannot raise a hand against you. I will not.”
The Death Goddess paused, her head tilting slightly, a predatory curiosity in Layla’s dead eyes.
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