RETURN OF THE LUNA: RECLAIMING HER BACK
I would not be the weak werewolf they remembered.
"I will come back," Lucian said, taking one last long look at me before disappearing into the night with the warriors. The door shut behind him, and I was left in flickering candlelight, the healer's hands moving with lightning speed over Lorenzo.
"Clark," the healer said, an unyielding cadence in her voice. "You have to channel your energy. Your son needs you strong."
I nodded, feeling the bolt of power go through me. I sensed the movement of the wolf in me, an ancient command to free itself. There came my decision.