The Wolfless Luna
Nothing turned up.
Then, just as they were about to leave, Vladimir turned to Seraphina.
“Please,” he said. “Get off the bed.”
She nodded and stepped aside. Vladimir gripped the bedframe and lifted—
A soft gasp rose in the room.
There, beneath the bed, the sword gleamed with a faint, eerie glow.
“The Sacred Sword,” he whispered.
Seraphina stared at it, eyes wide with disbelief.
“What... how did that get here?”