The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
"She runs to you, Sargis. Little Luna, with her heart wild with hope. Does she know? Does she know the beast you cradle inside that gilded chest?"
"Enough," I growled, tightening my grip.
But he only wheezed louder, tremors of mirth shuddering through his broken body. "About time," Monohue hissed, blood slicking his teeth. "The fates are kind. She will see what you are before she ever wears your crown."
"Shut your mouth."
His eyes glinted. "Phase two starts now."
My gut clenched.
"Witches!" Monohue roared, his voice cracking into the sky like lightning. "Now is the time, strike!"
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