BLUE MOON
My heart resumes its fast pace but for another reason entirely, it takes some effort but I raise my head and I see him standing in the moonlight, hands behind him, “You should not take what doesn’t belong to you”
“You don’t deserve her!” Isaac snarls his arms around me tightening to a painful point. “You will only hold her back. Silver ones are meant for greatness, no one pack can claim ownership!”
Zayne tosses an object from one hand to the other like a ball, a thick red liquid steeps from it dripping to the grass. Is that a… head?
From the dyed white hair stained with blood, it’s the head of the acolytes that had been in front of us.