The Lunar Legacy
“For love, for us.”
Sam raised her hand, ring glinting, green eyes fierce, twilight dancing, tattoo glowing silver. “For the Dawn Pack,” she said, voice a howl, hand in Kevin’s, their tattoos a beacon. “To promises, to love, to our crescent—eternal.” Her voice soared, Luna’s fire radiant, the glade alive with their vow.
Lila’s voice rang, hazel eyes blazing, sprig raised. “To Sam! To Kevin! To forever!” Spark yipped, fierce. Stars, Lila—burn bright!
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