Luna Moonbeam

y burn

ed through the night. Shadows moved like ghosts across the valley where the Black B

ar that had been simmering beneath the

ened around the hilt of his sword, his heart pounding in his chest. This was no longer just about power or control-this was about s

r dark armour blending into the night. Beside her, General Thorne rais

st bes

y

reed's fier

n Eryk h

eld, something sharp twisted in his chest. Not f

g, confident smirk th

chaos, the bloodlust. The chan

hed across the field, grippin

n h

of the

ng forward. Eryk led his men with fury in his veins, his sword meeting

tearing into flesh. The White Breed relied on strategy and precision, while the Black Breed fough

ith ruthless efficiency, bu

y, her agility unmatched. She was terrifyingly skilled-too skilled.

eir deadli

coming strai

vs.

was on him, her twin swords clashing ag

ed, her eyes gleaming with amusement

s own. She dodged, graceful as ever, and slashed toward his side. He twisted just

g her off with a fierce counterattack

hilarated. "Oh, I know the str

yed this. How, even as enemies, somethi

tracti

lenting fr

is. No one else could make his blood race

he kn

gerou

ce, neither willing to yield. Lyra was reckless

it second, she

n a strike, and Er

ing one of her swords from her grip. His blad

nt, they b

dark eyes burning with defiance even

lips. "Go on, then," s

on his sword. He sho

he d

, he he

yra s

curiosity. Like she hadn't expected him to hold back. Like maybe, fo

d react, a war horn blaste

ign

eed army beg

aside and disappear into the chaos, her smirk

thing hard, his body t

had

let h

h

attle

im, panting. "Th

ghts were still on Lyra, on that look in h

ook i

id, sheathing his swo

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face he

e, he wouldn