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Blue light (Part one)
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Alpha Blake's Broken Luna Blue Light (Part two)
Allison P.O.V.“On your six,” Blake’s voice says, and everything in me that wasn’t already at attention snaps to it like a compass finding north.He doesn’t ask permission, he doesn’t drag me back. He and Xander hit the choke point like a door you don’t want to open again and Blake takes a baton on his forearm and looks offended on its behalf. Xander moves like he has been trying to get to this exact spot since the gate. He catches a red-eye by the collarbone, redirects him into his friend, smiles at Rose like he’d like to set the whole building on fire for her and isn’t sure if she would approve.“Hi,” he says, breathless, as if the fight inconveniences his mouth.“Hi,” she says, absurdly composed, then plants the baton in a gut.We finished it but we didn't do it cleverly, we did it clean. I put two down hard enough my knuckles complain and Blake snarls at a third who thinks he can get around him and changes the man’s mind with a gentle reminder about physics. Xander steps between R
Alpha Blake's Broken Luna Blue light (Part one)
Allison P.O.V.Blue Light territory smells like a stone and wet earth. The pines stand taller here, the air thinner and the roads cut into the ridge with the kind of patience only old hands must have had to cut them the way they are. We take the pass in a three-vehicle ribbon, Blake and me up front, Elliott and Cassie in the second, a lean spear team in the third. Xander, our head warrior, rides the rear bench with his boots on the floor like he might leap before the truck stops. He’s been vibrating since Luna Rose’s call.“Don’t try to impress her,” I say over my shoulder.“I’m very bad at impressing people,” Xander says, deadpan. “It just happens.”Blake snorts. “Happened to every auntie in our dining hall last week, if I recall.”“That was charm,” Xander says, wounded. “Entirely different animal.”“Down, boy,” I tell him, but my mouth is already pulling a smile. He’s chaos with good aim, our best spear lead when Elliott isn’t allowed to break ordinances, irreverent as sin and loya
Alpha Blake's Broken Luna Family time
Blake P.O.V.We open the long room and terrass and the pack pours in like a flood. Omegas stack stew in big pots and bread in baskets and desserts I don’t deserve in a line that could make a saint sin. The noise starts unsure, then finds itself and it’s the best sound I know.Allie and I make the rounds. Not because we want to be seen, but because we want to see. Kieran’s got stitches in his eyebrow and a grin that says he earned them as he holds up his spoon like a toast and I salute him with mine. Mrs. Velasquez from the laundry glares at my filthy jacket and then hugs me hard enough to take my breath and smacks me for making her worry. The four boys from the playground stop three feet away and look at Tara like she’s a storm and she waves them closer and Athena flings mush at them and now they’re conspirators for life.“Five minutes,” Cassie hisses at me from the kitchen door, pointing her ladle like a weapon. “You get five minutes of remarks and then I’m cutting the electricity to
Alpha Blake's Broken Luna Morning honesty
Blake P.O.V.Morning makes honest liars out of all of us and by the time the sky goes pale over Silver Dawn, the field looks like it never learned what we did here last night, just frost on old grass, chalk ghosts, and a ring of tired people pretending their bones don’t creak. Freya’s warlocks police the circle with quiet hands while Oloron checks the seam on Celine’s new box every six seconds like a man making sure the door he just locked is still a door. Tara sits on the anchor stone with both babies and Mindy, the shadows drowse at their feet like well-fed cats. Elira stayed back at the packhouse, resting to be here when we come back and Mindy needs a break. It’s a good call on their account, and I’m proud of them for making it. We split the work. Cassie marshals the vault convoy with a list, a glare, and three redundancies. She’ll take Caitlyn to the Council under enough layers of warding to make a god sweat while Elliott runs flanks like chaos on a leash. Tabs and Talia ride sho
Alpha Blake's Broken Luna Celine in the circle (Part two)
Ruby P.O.V.It isn’t dramatic. The circle doesn’t bark, it breathes in, and then it doesn’t breathe out. The air between warlocks thickens like glass cooling, and the space Celine was enjoying gets narrower.She tries to step sideways into a shadow, but Tara taps the stone with her socked toe and every shade in the meadow turns out its empty pockets. “No hiding,” the child says, as serious as bedtime. Celine’s pretty face cracks. “Who is that?” she snaps, nostrils flaring for a scent that never belonged to her.“The one who doesn’t shout at them,” Talia says from the north, mild and smug as Celine’s eyes come back to me. She tries something that would have worked last month, pity as a pry bar. “Poor Ruby,” she purrs, stepping only where the chalk’s memory is weak. “Look how hard you are trying to be enough.” I don’t take the bait, I just give an instruction. “Circle,” I say, “we are enough.”The east line holds and across the meadow, the west hums in agreement, iron in its lines. B
Alpha Blake's Broken Luna Celine in the circle (Part one)
Ruby P.O.V.The eastern meadow of Silver Dawn isn’t much to look at by daylight, just bleached grass and an old stone that remembers winters. At the edge of evening, though, it starts to come to life. Freya’s people chalk out a geometry that doesn’t care about pretty things. Silver filings sift into furrows, braided with salt and ash. Oloron walks the lines with a satchel of crystals that knock softly together like patient bells and Tara’s shadows gather at the tree line in a quiet crowd, curious and ready.I stand where Freya puts me, the east point, and try not to think about cages.“You anchor by asking,” Freya says, simply. She’s Nicholas’s half-sister, sharp cheekbones, sharper eyes, a daylight witch who’s patient with wolves if we’re useful. “Don’t force it, don’t bargain, ask and mean it.”“I can do that,” I say, and it isn’t bravado. My whole life people told me I feel too much, fine, but tonight it’s a tool.Nicholas stops a few feet shy of the line, long enough for the habi
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