Lycans of Lunar Isle
The pieces floated into the air, swirling unnaturally, before settling into a pile several feet away.
Standing behind where the booth had once been was a lanky Asian man.
Haruto Nakamura had the wits to keep his distance, though he did approach Ryker, Jude, and I. His expression was heavily guarded, while the smile he plastered onto his face was empty and transparent.
“Atticus Morningstar as I live and breathe. I had no clue you were still with us, friend.”
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