Sara and the Conqueror
If I acted out of love, I would die.
The moon hung above the Twilight Zone like a jagged silver blade, cold and indifferent. But I was the one who would be doing the cutting tonight. I took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the wolf beneath my skin pushing against the surface, begging for the release. I tapped my ear comm, signaling Kayvon to begin the final approach.
"All units, ghost protocol," I whispered into the mic. "The Conqueror is at the gate."