The Moonlight Spring That Would Never Boil for Me
"By the Moon Goddess, I, Ella, refuse you, Warren, as my fated mate."
"By the Moon Goddess, I, Warren, refuse you, Ella, as my fated mate."
The instant the last word fell, the still surface of the Moonlight Spring erupted into a violent boil, silver-white water surging up into the air.
Then the level began to drop, fast enough to watch with the naked eye, the dull grey stones of the basin rising bare into the moonlight.
The spring was drying up.
Alpha Kane's face changed. "This is impossible," he cried.