Luna Everleigh's POV
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Morganna stood at the entrance of the ruins, her presence an eclipse against the rising sun. The shadows clung to her like living things, whispering secrets in a language only she could understand.
"You're finally here." Her voice was smooth, almost amused. "I was beginning to think fate had changed its mind about you."
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears.
She wasn't surprised to see me. She was expecting me.
Rhydian moved instantly, stepping in front of me in a protective stance, his body tense with restrained violence. "We're leaving," he growled. "Get in our way, and I won't hesitate to kill you."
Morganna tilted her head, her lips curving into something that was neither a smile nor a sneer. "Kill me?" She laughed softly. "Oh, Rhydian. You of all people should know that's impossible."
Power crackled around her, unseen but suffocating. The air thickened, charged with something ancient and hungry.
Then her gaze locked onto mine.
"You're the one I've been waiting for, Luna."
My breath caught. "What are you talking about?"
Morganna took a slow step forward, her presence pressing against me like an unseen weight. "The Moonlit Relic was never meant for me. It was never meant for the Silver Fang Society. It was meant for you."
My heart stuttered.
No.
That wasn't possible.
I took a step back, my fingers curling into fists. "You're lying."
She merely smiled. "Am I?"
I didn't know what to say.
Because deep inside, something in me knew.
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To be continued...