Alpha Caius and the Runaway Luna
My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments—
“Boo.”
A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream.
“Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”