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