Loving Luna
"That sounds suspiciously like an ending."
Silas shook his head. "No." He pointed toward the bottom of the page. More writing appeared, smaller. Luna read it. Her smile disappeared. "What?" Darius asked. She turned the book toward him. THE OLD AGE IS COMPLETE. Below it, a final line formed. NOW DECIDE WHAT REPLACES IT.
Darius stared at the words, then toward the thousands of people standing on the shore without a King, an Alpha, a Circle, or an ancient system telling them what came next. He slowly smiled. "That," he said, "might be the first problem we were actually supposed to have."