The Luna Rebirth

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were barren, the air thick with unfamiliar scents that left me restless. Kieran

wasn't the same wolf he remembered- if he remembered me at all. M

them-wolves speculating about the rogue in their Alpha's home. Their whispers f

door creaked open, revealing a young man with sharp features and a m

lking about," he said, leaning

you a

eta of th

utiny behind his gaze. He was here to assess me, to decide if

id, folding my arms.

de, closing the door behind him. "Kieran's taking a risk, letting

esn't trust his own

thing more serious. "Careful. That kind

ng indifference. "

. "Fair enough. But if you're planning something, I'

fter he left, a reminder th

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illing my lungs. Patrols had already been sent out, the

his expression unreadable.

gh the tension in my

an continued, his tone careful.

treeline. "There's something ab

rrowing. "You think she's

"But until I do, I'm not l

his voice low. "Not just to you, but to

she's here to cause harm, I'll deal

pable. I knew he didn't trust her, and I couldn't blame h

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threatened to pull me under. Wolves sparred in pairs, their movements fluid

mmanding even without speaking. He caught my eye, his

ous glances thrown my way. These wolves di

Kieran said, his tone lea

asked, raisi

ith Ro

his smirk firmly in place. "Don't

roll my eyes. "I'd be

t of respect in his eyes. He motioned for m

ident. I ignored them, focusing instead on Rowan. He m

got," he said, his

aimed a swift kick at his side, only for him to block it effort

the other's limits. Rowan was good, but he un

out from under him. He hit the groun

owd, but I didn't bask in the victory. In

cted," he admitted, brushi

I said, my t

ng between us. "Not bad," he said, t

's got potential, I

eir whispers continued. I caught snippets of the

d thinned. "Stay ready," he said softly.

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trike and dodge calculated. It wasn't the style of a rogue who survived by chance. This w

oed in my mind. *

presence stirred memories I couldn't place. There was more

walked back to the main house. "I want to

think she's worki

id. "But I won't make assu

What if she's telling the truth? What if

g-my family, my responsibility. The idea that someone with

ce hard, "I'll find them. And they'l

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reating to their tasks or homes. I lingered near the training

was suspicious, and rightfully so. But there was something else i

mess. The path ahead was clear, but

e, somewhere within this