The Exiled Luna
They came fast, a blur of silver blades and enchanted claws.
Callen roared, shifting mid-air, tackling one to the ground with savage force.
Caelan ducked under another’s swipe, slamming his fists into the enemy’s ribs.
Lyra appeared from the mist, a spell crackling in her hand—dark energy that lashed out like whips, yanking two attackers backward into the trees.
I shifted partially—claws ripping through my gloves, canines flashing.
They wanted a monster?
They were about to get one.
I struck the first Keeper across the chest, feeling bone snap beneath my claws.
Bab Populer