REJECTED LUNA' S REVENGE: THE FORGOTTEN QUEEN RISES

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ed dress catches on thorns, ripping with each desperate step. Behind me, voic

ent th

off at th

her reach t

opping means the priestess. Means chains and cages and being carved ope

that power was, it's retreating back into the depths where it's been hiding my entire life. My

blood. My palms skid across rocks and leaves. For a second, I just l

closer than before. "She's

elf up and

I'm running half-blind through shadows that feel alive. Wrong. The pack territory

see it. The bo

n moss and time. The words carved into it are faded but

rbidde

The territory was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself three hundred years ago, sealed away after

s shout comes from terrifyingl

ough the trees. See shadows of running w

absolute darkness beyond th

d me. Death

ead, I choo

the bo

t makes my teeth ache. The temperature drops until my breath fogs in front of my fa

unters have stopped at the marker. They stand there,

ross back over, and I promise we'll make it quick. Painless. But if you

raw, broken. "Then y

ll die screaming in there, begging for someone to

than beg

ch step feels like pushing through water. Like the forest itself is

behind me. Then

al

tling of small creatures in the underbrush. Just my f

d thin and meaningless. My adrenaline is crashing, leaving me shaky and cold. T

find water. Need to figu

ering through a cursed forest until I collaps

nd I stumble. Not a root this

tone like pavement or a road. But not modern. This stone is

Leading

from the basement but a real memory from years ago. Her hands holding m

the old roads. They remember. They

rambling. Dementia

ingers feel warm despite th

ow the

imes buried under centuries of neglect. But it's there. Leading me d

ancient things with bark like dragon scales and branches that block out even the memory of sky. Some o

uldn't recognize

otection. S

pens into

p bre

ard the canopy like the bones of giants. Archways leading to nothing and everywher

his is from before the packs, before th

he lost civilization of werewolves that supposedly existed three h

t they w

ding in the

sound like claws on stone. Like breathin

e silver light under my skin flic

steps i

mal shifted wolf. Its fur is pure black except for silver markings that glow like moonligh

es lock

thing far more dangerous than Marcus. More dangerous than the

ll back, revealing

ndmother's ghost, but out loud. In a voice

have come here,

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