THE ROGUE LUNA
Even in a world as dangerous as ours, moments like this were worth holding on to.
The bonfire crackled in the center of the clearing, throwing flickering light over the faces of my team. Laughter echoed through the night, mixing with the scent of roasted meat and the earthy aroma of the forest. I leaned against a tree at the edge of the gathering, observing the rare sight of my rogues letting their guard down.
Darius appeared beside me, his movements quiet but purposeful as always. “You’re not joining them?” he asked, his tone teasing.