THE WRONG TWIN FOR THE RIGHT ALPHA
I shouted, fearing for her.
Agatha gave me a gentle look and whispered, “Forgive me, my sister. I need Goddess Luna to make you strong to protect our most precious one.”
“Make me strong?” I inquired, bewildered.
The mystical goddess turned towards me, moving with celestial grace. Her eyes seemed to reflect the starry sky itself, and her fur radiated the moon's glow.
“My child,” she said enchantingly, “I shall heed your sister's prayers. Today, you will be reborn as my daughter, destined for the King, entrusted by me to bring peace, wisdom, and protection to my pups.”
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