Moonbound
Kael was indeed a force of nature beside her.
Each strike was a lethal execution and his movements were fluid, precise. But he fought in a fury such that enemies scattered a blur of motion and powerful form. This was where he was meant to be, he was the protection, the self sacrifice that protects what was his.
The ragged breaths of the pack were the only thing that broke the silence, deafening. However, her heart soared, her body trembling with exhaustion, but remaining dead was proof of her survival.
She had done it. They had done it. He looked at her and his eyes softened, Kael stepped forward. “You did it, Leora. You’re the Luna this pack needs,” she murmured seductively.
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