The Lunar Legacy
Boulder rumbled beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, the frost dusting his fur, the wind howling through the chamber, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a test of their bond.
Lila stood, her hazel eyes bright with relief, her voice steady, the wind howling through the chamber, the frost dusting her cloak, the sanctum a defeated fortress, the chill a distant threat. “The marrow god’s gone,” she said, her charcoal stick glinting in the dim light, Spark yipping beside her, the frost dusting her fur, the wind a howling challenge, the pack’s unity a warmth in the cold. “We’ve secured our legacy.” Her map was dusted with frost, the sanctum a reminder of their triumph, the chill a test of their cou
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