Starglow Basin Asesino

No need for thanks. Your writing is stunning.

An eye for an eye. Blood for blood. Even life was a currency.

At least Moises had learned the important things. He had more he would discover as he stayed with the wildcat and his men. There would be things that would etch jagged and harsh wisdom into his flesh and mind and bones. Things that could not be learned without experiencing them firsthand. These were the things that made a man. Moises was still just a boy.

Y cuando muerdes, debes hacerlo en serio.

The spear’s lip curled. A glint of piercing ivory beneath the dark of his muzzle.

Róbales antes de que puedan robarte a ti.

If Lanza could teach the young wolf anything, if he could impart only a fraction of wisdom in his whistling little mind, it would be to never let others get the better of him. Control was the only thing they had. They should wield that self-mastery like an unyielding weapon.