The Awakening-My Future Alpha
It was a healing magic as old as time, passed down from the goddess of the moon herself.
Noah watched in awe as Myla's fingers moved with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. Her hands traced intricate patterns, creating featherlight motions on his skin, and with each gentle motion, the moonlight responded, bathing him in a soothing, ethereal radiance. It was a dance between Myla and the moon, a dance of healing and renewal.
The moonlight wove itself into a delicate tapestry, mending his wounds with an otherworldly tenderness. Noah could feel the warmth of the light seeping into his skin, as if the very essence of the moon was breathing life back into his weary body.
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