Moonbound At Sliver Ridge
“Oh, you’ll do more than survive, snowflake. You’ll thrive. With us around, no one will dare touch you.”
I cut him a look. “Because you four are such a positive influence?”
Rory nudged my shoulder, grinning. “Feisty. I like that.”
I shoved him back.
He liked that too.
The Packhouse gates closed behind us, ward sigils flaring gold before dimming. Beyond them lay Lycandra—rolling hills, enchanted rivers, silver towers glittering through the treeline.
Free. Wide. Endless.
Inside the SUV?
A cage.
By the time we pulled up to Silver Ridge Academy, my nerves felt raw. The academy rose like a fortress—obsidian and moonstone walls reaching skyward, runes carved deep and glowing.
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