The Heart of a Luna
Noah
Slowly, but surely, an image of Bryce starts to form. I can see him like a living nightmare, standing in a room that looks like it crawled out of the middle ages. He’s grinning at himself in the mirror, blonde hair tied back, cold blue eyes sparking in the gloom, blood dripping down his chin.
The first thing I notice is his aura. Most Alphas burn blue-silver like the moon, but Bryce’s is crimson, with black, pulsating veins running through it. The power he thinks he wields is already corrupting him, rotting him from the inside.
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