Luna of No One
His hands trembled, a rare crack in his armor.
He touched the pendant Saelaith had given him once, long ago. The mate bond lingered, weak but stubborn. Could he admit he still cared? Or would pride consume him first?
Zoryn returned at dawn, carrying a small, glowing talisman.
“This will protect you,” he said quietly.
The power pulsed in my palm, ancient and alive.
“Use it wisely, Luna of no one.”
But with power comes danger. And someone was already watching. Rhagor whispered poison into Vaeron’s ear.
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