When The Moon Hides Her Crown
Alpha Gideon staggered back a step, his eyes wide, pupils quaking, his face pale as though he had seen a ghost.
The shift in his demeanor was not the reaction of a man known to be fearless, unshakable, a pillar of strength, sent a sharper chill into Jude and Hugo than the Moonstone’s darkness ever could.
“What is it, Alpha Gideon?” Hugo pressed, his breathing uneven, his instincts twisting with a foreboding weight.
After a long silence, Gideon’s lips parted. His voice emerged low and heavy, as though dragged from the depths of his chest.
“They—they have been cursed.”