The Alpha’s Shattered Mate: Her Secret Triplets
I whispered, my head resting on his broad, scarred chest.
"We are here, Elara," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "That is the only triage that matters."
I looked at my hands, the gold-ringed eyes of the healer reflecting the simple, white light of the moon. The sci-fi era was a closed loop, a history of a reach that had gone too far. The future was not in the Polaris Cluster or the Andromeda Reach; it was in the silver lilies of the Fringe and the blood of the pack.