The Moonbound Heart

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lood never lef

weak hands of tradition and silence. His father had spoken of peace, of bonds and

ived by d

w. Moonlight spilled over his shoulders like a crown of silver. Behind him, half

ther hung on the win

e

oud, voice cold and sharp. "

cer-shifted slightly, ears twitching.

l," Rian growled. "Sh

e sti

you? The one who thought she could deny the b

ed," Thorne said. "

im off. "He spared her. Gave her time to run. T

"And now her daughter

d in Rian's throat

"But it's forming. And once it doe

to face

under. "It's not love. It's not destiny. It's power. A sacred merging of

s. Ears twitched. Tension

our blood in shame and story. But this bond

ng them, the moon b

ower will return to her line. Not ours. Hi

d in unison, a ch

ed. Cold.

who he is. What we

the old altar, where stone met earth

round strong enough to finish the

rm, face pale but resolute. "Wha

eyes na

said. "Unmarked. Unbroken.

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ped to a growl. "