Becoming Luna
“Aria! I’m here! I won’t let it take you!”
For a heartbeat, I thought I saw her, her eyes flickering toward me, recognition dawning. And then, the darkness surged, a tidal wave of cold, pushing me back. The fog twisted violently, shadows darting, reaching, and I knew—this thing wasn’t just guarding her. It was learning me, testing me, waiting for a mistake.
“Alpha,” Miranda’s voice was steady but urgent. “One wrong move, and it doesn’t stop at her. Do you understand me? One wrong move, and you won’t come back!”