The Lunar Legacy
You’re their soul, Sam, he linked, pine scent her vow, my flame.
And you’re mine, Kev, she linked, green eyes glowing, tattoo tingling. Stars are ours.
The clearing sang—goblets clinked, laughter soared, firepit roared. Lupines danced, pines hummed, starlight washing scars, blood, fear. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her victory. The eclipse was dust, red eyes ash, their bond—fire, steel, stone—a vow for all nights, a howl under a sky reborn.
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