The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
"It’s a wake-up call. They’re coming down."
Lyra’s hand tightened in his. She looked down at the word she had written, the gold light reflecting in her flat, metallic eyes.
ASCENSION.
The word began to rise. The ink lifted off the floor, forming a pillar of light that shot through the ceiling, through the atmosphere, and straight into the heart of the lunar spire.
The ground shook. A roar that wasn't a wolf’s roar, but the sound of the earth being torn open, filled the valley.
"Malakai! Lyra!" Elodie screamed, running into the room, Victor right behind her.
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