The Luna's Tattoos
LUCIEN’S POV
I sat alone in Damien’s library, the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood. The air hung still, thick with the scent of old leather and dust, the shelves towering around me, their spines a quiet army of knowledge. My slippers rested on the ottoman, my jeans stretched tight, a heavy tome splayed open on my lap—The Lycan Chronicles, its pages yellowed, ink faded, a map of what I’d become.
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