Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince

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eper, each breath warming the faint thread of silver fire beneath her ribs. She didn't

again, rustling t

ser

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ll clearing. It was quiet. Too

yria s

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sn't

clenched har

her chest ro

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w how she knew

, though she didn't rem

ly. He wasn't fully conscious, b

as a

re

ands trembling. The young man groaned sof

nst sun-touched skin, lips parted as if caught between a sigh and a prayer. But the wo

Lyria whispered.

or a moment, luminou

asped. "From

d. He reme

rolled back,

r hands to his wound. Her silver flame

willed. Help

nothing

spread throu

her palms, thin and tre

, hissing softly, not

is back archin

wildly, fighting her control. Healing was harder than purifying. The

e didn

dn't

hat losing him would break something

wound sealed. Pink flesh replaced s

ped forwar

ed, brushing blood from

ince A

hind her ma

erland steeds bearing two armored guards. Their c

not ordinary hunters; thes

ard dismount

d, rushing to Aiden. "By

in

breath

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lling star. She had healed-not ju

Prince of

d pointed at he

ep away

er snarled, urging her to run, shi

she said firmly.

is blade. "What are you?

saved

was soft b

a tu

ning weakly on one elbow as he looke

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her. "You're not from t

at was she supposed to say? A half-wolf exi

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t the name, as if tasting

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tensified, so strong it

n the way he kept looking at her,

broke as the

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f upright. "I'll go. But she d

oked at Ly

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a fr

art th

e, and yet she felt the

ard. "Why would

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breath

them seemed to hus

instinctively reached out. His h

that

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prop

gnit

a story had finall

his throat. "Y

't release

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tween fear and the unde

she n

e was enough to melt

oward Neverland, toward a destiny neither u