THE LUNA WHO WASN'T SUPPOSED TO EXIST
Luna promised, and reached for his hand one more time, drawing strength from the steady warmth of his fingers lacing through hers even as the whole clearing braced for violence.
The fight, when it broke, was fast and vicious — Garrick's disciplined warriors clashing against a combined force of Silver Moon, Ashwood, and Thornwood wolves who had never fought together before but found, in the desperate crucible of the moment, a rhythm that worked despite the unfamiliarity. Luna fought too, her silver fire flaring in short, controlled bursts now instead of the wild, exhausting explosions of two nights before — she was learning, she realized distantly, even in the chaos of battle, learning the sh