The Alpha’s Shadow Luna
“Show us.”
Keanu lifted his hand, palm up.
He breathed. His eyes went soft and distant, reaching for something inside himself, and then a thin thread of light rose from his fingertip. It was blue. It wasn’t the furnace heat that came off him in battle, but a pure azure blue that glowed cool and quiet. He held it near my arm and I felt no heat at all, only a faint tingling, like the air before rain.
“Azure fire,” he said softly. “It doesn’t burn. It heals. It only touches what doesn’t belong.” He closed his hand and the light winked out. “I can burn her out of you, cell by cell, without touching a single thing that’s actually you.”