The Luna’s Revenge
It was there, weak, thready, but there.
“You’re still here,” she whispered, as though naming the truth could anchor him to it. “Fight it, Theron. Please… fight it.”
His body jerked suddenly, arching off the bed. Foam bubbled at his lips. Nyx gasped, clutching him, crying out his name. His head lolled to the side, and for a flickering instant, his eyes cracked open.
Not storm-grey.
Green.
Not the gentle green of forest leaves, but an unearthly, burning green, feral, wild, untamed.