Viking Wolf: Odyssey of a hybrid Luna
You could tell who’d been around the block and who was new by the way they moved, old scars versus fresh bruises.
Cleo finally broke the silence, his voice all low and thoughtful, like he was about to drop some ancient wisdom. “You ever hear those old stories, Thane? About things like Xandros? Born out of darkness, feeding on fear. I used to think they were just scary stories for kids, honestly.”
I shot him a look. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” He leaned in, eyes locked with mine.
“Those old tales say, when the world’s balance tips, something dangerous would leak in. Xandros isn’t just some random monster. He’s the sign that something’s seriously off.”
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