Mated to My best friend
A low hum filled the air, the Jewel pulsing as if alive, as if sensing the darkness that sought to consume it.
The shaman muttered ancient words under his breath, his voice raw with power. The moment stretched long and tense, until finally, the Jewel’s light flickered—just for a heartbeat, but it was enough.
A crack splintered across its surface.
A wicked grin came Wally’s face.
It had begun.
He turned to his men. "When the Jewel falls, so will Aegon. So will Ingrid. And the Blood Moon Pack will be nothing but dust beneath our feet."