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The Moonstone wouldn’t stop burning.
It had been 3 hours since the battle ended and the crystal was still glowing, pulsing in time with Aria’s heartbeat as I held her in the Throne Room. The air around it shimmered with heat, and anyone who got within 3 feet of it felt like they were standing too close to a forge.
“The old Moonstone never did this,” Lyra said, keeping her distance. She was one of the new Council members, and her hands shook as she looked at the relic. “It was cold. Dead. This one is… alive.”
“Because of her,” Darius said, nodding at Aria. She’d woken up fully now and was staring at the stone with those ancient gold eyes, completely unafraid of the heat that made grown Lycans flinch.
I held her tighter. “What is it trying to tell us?”
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