Leviathan

Kyle's hands glowed brighter than before.

Blinding white light splintered outward like someone had cracked a star open on the table.

And then— The world warped around us.

We were somewhere else.

We weren't in the shabby beta house anymore.

We stood in a forest clearing soaked in moonlight.

A woman in a pale sage dress moved through wildflowers, humming a lullaby. She looked exactly like Nyx.

Same eyes.

Same face.

Same posture.

Same aura.

Except softer. Radiant. And heavily pregnant, glowing with joy.

Beta Jones— younger, sharper, with fewer wrinkles and more arrogance— walked beside her, holding her arm like he owned her.

They looked... happy.

My fists curled. My wolf snarled.

'She looks too much like Nyx.'

'Why is he touching her?'

'Why does he smile at her like that?'

I nearly ripped the illusion apart out of desperation, but Kyle kept us locked in the vision.

The pregnant woman laughed and held her belly and the memory blurred.

It was suddenly night time.

Rain