Luna Wicken
The magic I wielded was raw, wild—different from Neve's calculated manipulation but no less formidable.
His laughter echoed against the chaos. "You've grown, Luna," he taunted, his voice smooth and unhurried. "But you cannot escape the darkness within."
Ignoring the temptation to recoil, I let his words fuel my rage—a fire that burned brightly enough to drown out the seductive siren call of my own magic. I would not become what he wished; I would not give in to the shadow he sought to conjure from within me.
I summoned the strength from years of battle and heartache, launching myself at him with ferocity honed through every struggle, every loss. My hair, a cascade of black, caught the light
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