The Luna Who Wasn't Chosen

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voices cut through the air like blades. They spoke with the slow, deliber

His gnarled hand tapped the table with rhythmic insistence. "Formally. Publicly.

ago, Thalia had stood there, shoulders squared, chin high, defiant even as the Council passed j

said quietly, vo

y. "By omission. You didn't name her. You didn't warn the pack. You let them think she was nothing. Now we

a," Cassian cut in,

said, voice cold and edged wit

romised he

ollowed. Even the flickeri

, slow and deliberate. "I'

ed. "Then what the

curled at his

h a search party and an apology? You marked her, you bit her without a clai

bring her back. And I'll give the Cou

, lip curling. "And

wavering. "Proof that sh

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er than she

were ragged but clean, dark hair pulled back in a leather tie, and a faded scar ran from the corner of his lip down

e rough as gravel. "Didn't think the healer's daug

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boots silent on the mos

moment it left his mouth, the

sessing prey. "You're the one the

"You don't know

name. I know the mark on your shoulder wasn't just instinct

d. "What d

ur mother wasn't from there. Not

harp crack across the fragile na

ered. "My mothe

each his eyes. "So was I. Be

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his skin was already splitting, bones lengthening,

ing through branches and brush like a shadow given f

efore. Like a whisper buried under cen

llow, where even the most seasoned warriors refused to ventu

dn't

splashed through streams, dodged tangled roots like they were old enemies.

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man form just beyond a crumbling archway ch

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nded by her feet. Dried meat, wrapped in waxed linen. "She left the Syndica

ers trembled as she picked it up. Her

first. Then I'll show you what M

t was salty, smoky, surprisingly tender.

cate," she said

dden. We don't serve packs. We don't bow to Councils or bloodlines.

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her daughter. That means you're o

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it wa

ing like the girl who'd once reached for

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gy. Just presence. W

ace smeared with dirt and sweat. His eyes burned wi

ring you hom

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closer. "

me in front of them. Then you stood there while t

ke," he said, h

em break me

ke snowfall. He

loose-limbed, but the tens

er my prot

ped toward him. "Wh

aw her value b

instantly. Two a

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him. The forest a

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