Bound to the moon
The glow flared again, soft and pure, as though my child already carried the moon inside of him.
My mother appeared at my side, her steps soundless, her face pale. “You feel it too,” she said.
I turned to her, panicked. “What’s happening to me?”
“To you?” She shook her head slowly. “No, Rory. This isn’t you. This is your child.”
Her hand brushed my stomach, and for a moment, her expression softened. But worry soon darkened her eyes.
“This child is different. He carries the blood of three Alphas and the bond of the Moon itself.
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