MOONBOUND SECRETS
The rogues shriek, dissolving like smoke in the beam.
When the light fades, a figure stands on the cliff’s edge—a woman draped in moonlight, her hair a cascade of stars. The Moon Priestess.
The packs fall to their knees, even Ryland. But the Priestess’s gaze locks on the twins.
“Rise, children of Solara,” she commands.
Silas and Selene step forward, drawn by a force older than fear. The Priestess descends, her touch gentle as she lifts their chins.
“The darkness seeks your light,” she says. “To extinguish it, or to consume it. But you are not mere sparks—you are the dawn.”
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