The Luna's Legacy

s, ropes, and unstable platforms. Both invigorating and intimidating, the earthy perfume of the forest beyond blended with the scent of sweat and adrenaline. Victor was at the starting lin

he sound of a horn. Victor had a graceful, fluid gait and made accurate, effective moves. His hold was solid and unyielding as he climbed the

flesh. His feet landed softly on a thin platform as he jumped across a chasm. He scaled a tall wall, his feet and hands gripping the jagged rock. His movements were controlled and regular as he swung from a series of rings, his body a pendulum. The instructors' surprised and appreciative looks were palpable in t

focussed, he inhaled deeply. He jumped, his fingers grabbing hold of the jagged rock. Muscles burning, his body straining, he pulled himself up. His chest heaved as he neared the top, his eyes riveted to the finish line. With a quiet thump, his boots hit the ea

lf. Xander was almost obsessive in his observation of Victor's performance. He paid attention to every gesture, every movement, and every minute detail of his posture and way of walking. He witnessed the easy force of his leaps and climbs, as well as the fluid beauty of his m

entified substance. His suspicions were rising, and he had a persistent sense that he was being duped. He had a nagging feeling that something frightening and secret was out there. He saw Victor's actions, his thoughts whirling and his head racing. He examined every nuance, contradiction, every brief flash of reality. He contrasted the mental pictures, the girl's recollections, and Victor

teady stare and a focused thought as he observed Victor's moves. He observed Victor's chest movements, the faint rise and fall, and the nearly undetectable binding under the tunic. He saw the movement of Victor's hair, the delicate changes in the short, dark locks, and the almost feminine softness. There was a faint la

ng. He was aware that he needed to face the deceit and find the truth. With a sharp vision and a rushing mind, he observed Victor's moves. He observed Victor's body's movements, the minute changes, the brief moments, and the indisputable

kled in the air. Victor started to change, his body stiff, his thoughts focused. He could feel the energy rush, the transformation in his body, and the shift in his bones. Within himself, he sensed the wolf's strength, instinct, and power. He changed, his muscles growing, his fur sprouting, hi

gh the ripped fabric. He caught sight of his actual shape, including the smoothness of his skin and the curvature of his hip. He could hear the murmurs, the whispers, the startled responses. The wide, incredulous, and knowing

e lingered in the air. In the hush hovered the moment