Bound to the Alpha’s will
Something else appeared, skeleton beings with too many joints, their mouths unhinging like snakes, bones cracking, skin splitting.
The Alpha went pallid. "What the name of the Moon—?"
Thomas stated, "Not the Moon." "Her."
There was silence among the trees. The wind died, too. Then—a deep, low hum. Brightening, the Relic's radiance pierced the Alpha's satchel. Trying to unbuckle it, he cursed, but the aliens were quicker. One pounced toward Thomas, tearing the bag loose with its talons.
"Now!" Marie let out a scream.
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