THE LUNA WHO RUINED HER MATE.
Just when Elidra was certain his small frame would break, that the light in his eyes would go out forever, the last of the dark mist—a core of deepest black, the essence of the violation, the stolen soul's final scream—coiled above him.
It hesitated, as if looking for a home.
Then, it dove—not for Kieran, but for Elidra.
It slammed into her mind.
She sits in a silver cage. She is strong, cold, and flawless. She looks down at a map, her finger on the Gray Run. A man with Cassian's eyes, but older, kneels before her, standing firm. She feels nothing. Only clear thinking. The command leaves her lips: "Leave none.
The Alpha's bloodline is mine." A far- off, buried feeling of sadness touches her,
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