THE LUNA WHO RUINED HER MATE.
Bridget Smiththe silence in her eyesimmortal me and eldritch wifeelide throne of glasselden ring blindfolded
The white tendril lay on the moss, lifeless and grey, its purpose spent.
The valley had defended its own. Not with thorns or quakes, but with a touch of cleansing truth. An antidote, administered by a vine.
Cassian came crashing through the trees moments later, spear in hand, wild-eyed. He saw her on the ground, the scattered soil, the dead tendril. He fell beside her, his hands checking her, checking Kieran. "What happened? I heard a scream..."
"A Hound," she managed, her voice trembling. "The plant, It stopped him. It cleansed him."
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