Blood Ties And Moon Fire

e burnt forest, the night wind tugging at his black cloak, the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air. Around him, his s

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nder Vale, bowing low. "The werewolves wi

like dying ghosts. He could still see her that girl with silver eyes and a blade

cess. Brave. Be

now, "the King expects your report before dawn."

uld feel it the pulse of something old beneath the ground, restless, awakening. The war wasn't ending. It was beginning.A rustle behind him. "You're disobeying your father again," said a soft, mocking voice.Luca didn't turn. "You shouldn

ewolves? Or about the silver-eyed

first." Her voice softened. "You spared her, didn't you?"Luca didn't answer. He didn't need to. The memory of that moment he

're starting to soun

ng compassion is dangerous here. The King won't forgive another mistake. He

th this war. The wolves didn't strike first. Someone wanted this chaos."Cassia

"I don't need to fin

urning forest unaware that somewhere beyond those ashes, the same si

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