The Alpha of the Fifth Moon

idn't rise

athless, like it too was

ck, his chest bare beneath a storm-churned sky. Wind snapped through the trees below

soul? Sc

ow, on the night of the fu

ract

visions he couldn't explain-visions of a woman with stars in her eyes and a voi

th moon, distant and wrong, suspended in a

u're not real," he growled

came a voice from behind-s

ws out, but

d like frozen mercury. No heartbeat. No scent. And yet her presence struck him with the force of a th

ck," he said, low and d

head, unblinkin

gitated. Mate? No. That couldn't be. H

g," he demand

nd instead-and po

her finger..

one

w

as cracked. Dim. Bleeding light in pulsing waves. A forgotten celestial

knees b

real," he

eart should be. His pulse synced with hers instantly, without rhythm, wil

ove. But a voice, old as time, filled

the Fifth Moon. I c

nds... we must rem

lit eyes and knew one thi

he beginning o

he start