His Luna, The Silent Warrior

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ble, the shards of the Moonstone like fallen stars on a dark night. They were pie

sympathy. She was still holding a hand to her cheek where I'd struck her. "It's just a neckla

d a faint, milky light. A laugh, cold and sharp, es

l. "A Rogue, living on lies and theft in a

ckless, lawless wolves, the lowest of the low. To accuse someone

the main entrance of the den. It was

in a state of shock, finally snapp

with a formal announcement, but

hind him stood a dozen warriors from the Dawnguard Pack, their faces hard, their hand

elief. This was an act of war. Another pack'

ching the broken pieces of my past. I

"Everything in this place that belongs to the Blackstone Pack, I want you to s

r the consequences. He saw the bruise blooming on my f

oared to his men. "Le

dian table in the center of the hall. The stone, meant to

of an Alpha's aut

derstand. This wasn't a ta

ng fragments at my feet. The mayhem was a distant storm. Then, a new presence cut through the

guard Pack. He hadn't come as

in front of me, his golden eyes-so different from Lycan's, clearer, steadier

wl, barely audible over

just opened my bloody palm, sho

plication to a schemer, but in service to a wounded Luna. He began to search the floo

proached the guest wing where she

watching his home, his sanctuary, his power, be systematically dis

ed at the ruin around me, the shattered furniture, the torn tapestries. I sent a silent apology th

at my side, his warriors falling into a protective formation arou

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