Lovers For The Blood Moon
His eyes burned, vision pulsing red.
The one beneath stepped forward, each footfall shattered the earth. It reached out, not with claws, but with a hand shaped like his own. “Accept it,” the creature said. “Become what you were meant to be..A god among filth.”
But something cracked through the fog, a voice.
Small, steady, Sarah’s.
“You’re not a god,” she said, breathless. “You’re just another weapon for someone else’s war, and John Crowe is no one’s weapon.”
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