The Alpha Cousin's Luna
Sarah Whitmore sits on boutique floor, white blazer dirty, surrounded by white wedding dresses, two crushed phones, border stone sealed against her, fifteen K zero.
She looks up at me in Kael's arms, ghost fur receding, gray-gold eyes steady.
"Jace, baby, we can still-"
Marcus steps over her, Ohio J.Crew jacket, cheap aftershave, alive father.
"Sarah Whitmore," Marcus says. "You live-streamed full moon trial to GoodNovel. 3K viewers. GoodNovel contract says Non-Exclusive author must not leak pack secrets. Your stream violated. GoodNovel will ban."