Beth Rona Nudes Novels & Stories

Betty stepped onto the grounds. The crowd registered it before the fighters did—a ripple of movement and sound as people turned and saw her and saw what was emanating from her—that silver light, brighter now in the full dark of the evening grounds, spreading from her hands up through her arms and into the air around her like something breathing. A Luna's full energy. Uncontained. Not directed. Just present.

I asked. He nodded. "Yes." “I am not here for marriage gossip.” I paused, letting that sink in. I stared directly into his eyes. My hand flew to the glass which still covered my eyes, I peeled it off. “I'm Diane Demora, the Luna of Delta Pack." Rocco froze. Instantly, his boots slid off the table with a heavy thud. He stared at me, his eyes widening as he took in the jewelry, the fabric of my coat, and the way I carried myself.