Chasing my Luna
* The new weaver’s voice was cunning, intimate, as if they knew her—not just her name, but her fears, her losses.
Kade’s growl rumbled beside her, his claws glinting in the dim light. “This one’s playing games already. That whisper—it’s too damn personal.”
“It’s meant to be,” Selene said, her spectral form gliding ahead, her light steady but wary. “The gray star isn’t like the others. It’s not chaos or order—it’s deception, hiding in plain sight. This weaver thrives on doubt.”
Lucas twirled his dagger, his jaw tight, the memory of Arachne’s false vision of his betrayal still raw. “Doubt? Great. As if we didn’t have enough of that. Any chance this weaver’s just gonna show up and fight fair?”
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