His Rejected Mate's Secret
whispered a voice that wasn’t Afnan’s but sounded eerily like the Moon itself.
The runes spun faster.
Afnan gasped as her own illusion appeared, two small wolves, twins, laughing as they ran across a silver plain. Then darkness swallowed them. The light in their eyes snuffed out, leaving her arms empty.
She fell to her knees, breath trembling. “No, please, don’t take them again.”
“You already carry them,” the voice murmured. “But your fear keeps them in shadow.”
Delph reached for her, crossing through the swirling light. His hands found hers, their skin warm despite the cold air.