Blood Heir
I simply can’t get over it!
And the way the light of the Moon Stone mirrored her eyes, for just a heartbeat, before everything went white. What was the connection and why hadn’t I noticed it earlier.
“Still thinking about the girl?” A smooth, amused arose from behind me and I didn’t need to turn to know it was Callen: the wandering Alpha from the Temple, a man who always appeared when the gods stirred.
“She’s dangerous,” I said flatly.
“Or she’s divine,” Callen countered playfully, stepping into the firelight. “The Goddess had many ways of returning. And of course, not all of them are pleasant.”