The Lunar Legacy
He squeezed her hand, warmth steady, the pack’s legacy his shield, his nose twitching, catching a faint, unfamiliar scent—charred marrow, ancient, alive.
Lila’s scroll trembled, hazel eyes wide, voice soft, sketching paused. “Sam, the runes… they’re shifting, like they’re watching.” Spark yipped, tense. Track it, Lila! Her fingers steadied, ash scent sharp, courage flickering but strong, her maps a guide for shadows, a new rune appearing on her parchment, unbidden, pulsing faintly.
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