The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna
I opened my eyes to Bjorn hanging twenty feet over my head, dangling from the witch’s fist on top of a column of shrieking, writhing spiders, and Avery screaming my name like she’d been screaming it for a while and I was only now hearing it.
My nails split and lengthened with a partial shift as I hit the base of that column, and I dug them into the writhing mass of it and climbed, spiders bursting and screeching under every grip, up through a curtain of them that should have stopped me and didn’t.
The witch’s eyes, too many of them—I saw it now, that grotesque half-mortal form, like a spider’s skin stretched over Avery’s body, and Goddess, how could I have not seen it before?—widened when th