RETURN OF THE LUNA: RECLAIMING HER BACK
CLARK
We gazed upon the sacred grove infused with ancient magic and mystic powers. The trees stood tall, their leaves glimmering under the moon's pride and casting inscrutable shadows about us. I turned to Lucian, burdened by weighty decisions yet to be made.
“Lucian,” I said, voice steady with underlying concern, “about leaving the herb we actually came for. Your mother wants it, but... the Moonstone… could go even further.”
Lucian's expression grew even more grim. “Clark, the Moonstone does not allow for contemplation. Silver Fang Pack gets it first, they get to use powers we cannot contend with. We must protect our pack."