The Luna's Tattoos
She’d killed Natalie, forced by her mother’s plea, and now she lay here, bleeding out, unconscious, the cost of balance carved into her flesh.
My gaze swept the cavern, the dead littering the floor—cultists, Alphas, Selene’s worshippers—and panic clawed at me as I scanned for Mara. She’d been with me when we stormed in, her claws flashing beside mine, but now she was gone, lost in the chaos.
My heart raced, my voice cracking as I shouted. “Mara? Mara? Where are you?” The words bounced off the walls, swallowed by the silence, and I stood, my boots slipping in blood, my eyes darting through the shadows.
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