My Two Alpha Mates
The shadows danced across the gathered faces.
The moon above shines bright, large and round, it is crimson in its fullness, the Blood Moon, the most sacred of nights for Werewolves.
I held my breath. My heart is shaking in my chest.
I was praying, please Elva, please, be strong like your father… please show any sign, a flicker of power, a burst of light, the glow of your aura, it would confirm your strength.
Elva whimpered softly as the blood settled on her skin. The pack waited as the air was thick with tension.