The White Wolf Luna
Kaela shifted at his side, her stance widening as she raised both blades until the steel caught what little light remained, the faint reflection flashing across her eyes as she murmured without looking away from the enemy, “She means to end this quickly, and if she takes one step closer before they commit, she will force us into a fight on ground that will take you with her if you lose your footing.”
Syra’s gaze was fixed on the dim moon above, her fingers moving in slow circles in the air before her, gathering a pale shimmer between them that seemed to resist forming into anything more solid, and her voice was low, as though speaking to herself, yet Fenric heard it. “The thread does not lik
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