Bound moon
The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.
Lucian stood beside me, his own Alpha aura flaring to match my light. It was a fusion of two apex powers—the brutal, physical might of the Alpha King and the ethereal, destructive command of the Moonveil.
The Blood Moon wolves didn't attack. They couldn't.
They collapsed, their knees hitting the wet wood of the bridge as their own wolves recoiled in the face of a power that was fundamentally above them. It wasn't magic. It was biological hierarchy.
I walked toward Kael. He was trembling, his hands clawing at the bridge, his eyes wide with a terror he didn't understand.