The Lunar Legacy
Boulder rumbled beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, the frost dusting his fur, the wind howling through the valley, the valley a battlefield, the chill a test of their bond.
Lila stood, her hazel eyes bright with focus, her voice steady, the wind howling through the valley, the frost dusting her cloak, the spire now a dull obsidian, the valley a battlefield they’d conquered, the chill a distant threat. “The spire’s power is weakened, but not gone,” she said, her charcoal stick glinting in the dim light, Spark yipping beside her, the frost dusting her fur, the wind a howling challenge, the pack’s unity a warmth in the cold. “We need to keep moving—up the mountain.” Her map was dusted with fros
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