The Bane And The Alpha Beast
His gaze was fixed ahead, jaw clenched, body tense.
I followed his stare—and the air fractured like glass.
From the cracks, starlight poured in.
It coalesced into a shape. A woman. Or the idea of a woman—tall, cloaked in radiance, her skin carved from moonstone, her eyes endless galaxies spinning behind a veil of calm.
The Moon Goddess.
I knew it instantly.
Not from her form.
From the way the very air bent around her. From the way Ronan dropped to one knee beside me, head bowed—not in fear, but in instinct.