The Lunar Legacy
She closed the journal, her fingers tracing the leather cover, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the grove a sanctuary, her future a radiant flame.
Alya stood, her amber eyes narrowing as she gazed toward the horizon, her voice a determined whisper, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the grove a mirror to the fire in her veins, the air thick with the promise of new adventures, the grove a sanctuary, her destiny a radiant light. “There’s something out there,” she said, her hand resting on Crescent’s head, the wolf’s ears twitching, the sunlight dancing on her face, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared beginning. “A shadow stirring in the north—I can feel it.” He
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