Presenting the Luna

The scent of roasted meat and brewing coffee spilled into the cavernous stone hallway of the Obsidian Roar stronghold.

Magnus kept his large palm planted firmly at the base of Valera’s spine, guiding her past the towering architectural arches. The physical contact was a subtle anchor, radiating a heavy, unapologetic possessiveness.

"This wing houses the east barracks," he murmured, his deep vo