The Alpha Who Lost the Moon
It feels like being worshipped, like being claimed, like being seen for the first time in my life.
My back arches again as another wave hits. The marks spread further, climbing up my throat, branching across my collarbone.
I can feel my hair changing, the strands turning silver from the roots down, the color leeching out as the moon's power replaces it.
Almost done, the spirits promise. Just a little more.
I'm not sure I'll survive a little more.
Deep inside my chest, I feel the moment Senna dies. My wolf, my companion since childhood, simply stops existing. The emptiness is worse than the bond corruption ever was. I'm hollow, gutted, alone in my own skin for the first time in my life.