BOUGHT BY THE BEAST
"He's dead weight right now! If we stay here, we're boxed in!"
"I'm not leaving him!" I screamed back.
I looked at Caspian... the man who had torn through an iron gate for me, the Beast who had run three hours through frozen snow on my scent, was suffocating in the mud at my knees. His head was bowed, his jaw slack, the grey fog completely consuming his eyes as Morgessa tightened the invisible noose around his soul.
Then something inside my chest snapped.
It wasn't fear.
It wasn't despair.
It was the ancient, slumbering fury of my First Moon magic, roaring to life like a starved god waking in a burning temple.