Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna
He hesitated, his gaze locked on my face as if searching for a reaction, "it translates as: the old blood remembers the pack it was sworn to before all packs, I will find my way back."
The silence in the room was absolute, "I said that," I whispered, the realization chilling me, "in the dark, in the dungeon, I didn't know the words, but they came out."
He nodded, his eyes dark with a mix of awe and fear, "two hundred years, the records call it an extinction, a bloodline erased," he paused, his gaze intensifying, "but the archives—the ones Elodie and I have been picking through—they use a different word."
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