Legacy In Motion
Stepping into the chamber, cause, let’s face it, the Valencia’s are the epitome of go big or go home, I remained by the door. I was watching, waiting to be invited deeper into her sanctum. The rooms where only the invited Vampires held access keys. Uninvited beings would be tested harshly by the intricate spells that lined the marble stone, their silvery vines like living, magical veins of pulsing power. I let out a strand of my own power, invisible to the naked eye, and allowed the magic barriers of the chamber touch it. Let it see my intent was purely sentiment. Emotional reconnection blended with proximal balance between our wolves. Maria and the other Breakwater’s had outdone themselves on the protective front. “Why are you standing there?” My knees buckled, my heart stammered ove
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