The Fated Series
“One for Melting Moon. One for Pine Wood. One for Celestia. One for Crescent. Maybe Alphas. Maybe Lunas. Maybe both. Whatever they are, they’re ours. And they will be fierce, because they come from you.”
My throat tightened. I tried to answer, but the words tangled in my chest. Instead, I squeezed his hand back, hard, hoping he felt how much I loved him in that one small gesture.
We sat there for a while, just the two of us, trading bites of bread and little pieces of hope.
Then, as if the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t stand to leave us too peaceful for too long, Osiris swaggered into the hall.
His copper hair caught the morning light, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. The room seemed