The Luna's Perfect Corpse
We stood side by side on the cliff's edge, looking down at the churning white rapids below.
Just then, Aiden's communication crystal began to vibrate frantically.
He didn't even look at it, just cut the connection.
But the caller was persistent, calling again and again.
Finally, he glanced at the source and stepped aside to answer.
I don't know what was said, but Aiden's expression shifted slightly.
At the same time, I received a mind-link message from Cassia.
[Elara, stop dreaming. So what if the coronation is tomorrow? With just one call, your Alpha will crawl over here like a dog and lick my toes. If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of Black Moon.]