Dark Luna Rising
A. SWANDANCER
In the distance, beyond the hills that sloped toward Blackthorn’s walls, torchlight flickered—a fortress on the brink of being torn apart.
Behind him, Malrik’s warriors crept like living shadows, their eyes gleaming in the dark. Gabriel stood to Diego’s right, fingers twitching, ready to weave sorcery into the battlefield. Erika was just behind them, poised yet unshaken, her dagger glinting under the pale moon.
Diego exhaled, steadying himself. "We do this fast and hard. No second chances."
Malrik, crouched beside him, smirked. "You sound like you’re giving orders, Alpha."
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