The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
The scent of moonfire and wild roses washed over the ruin, cutting through the reek of blood.
Narine stepped through the smoke.
For one suspended heartbeat, the world held its breath, and her wide eyes found mine across the wreckage.
All three of them.
The familiar two were the darkest shade of red I had ever seen, limned with threads of blue fire that danced like veins of lightning across a storm-torn sky. The third, set like a jewel in the center of her brow, pulsed with an eerie radiance. The entire socket was drowned in ink-black shadow, yet the iris burned molten. Neither flame nor light, yet somehow more primal than both.
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