The Moon Chose Me Twice
he says, his voice thick with a passion he hasn't shown me in months, "Choose you, Madilyn, as my true mate. My only Luna."
He kisses her, right in front of me, as I'm dying on the floor. And their tattoos... they glow.
His, on his ribs. Hers, on her arm. They flare to life, pulsing in perfect, sickening unison. A venomous light that fills the room, binding them together and sealing my fate.
The pain in my chest becomes a crushing weight. I can't breathe. I slide down the wall, gasping, the world dissolving into a blur of tears and agony.