The Abandoned Luna's Return
Lola St.Clairi am the lycan's lunai am his wolfless lunathe infertile luna's revenge and the alpha's regretsthe lycan king's treasured luna
It was pulling my memories of Silas, of the shifters, of the war, and compressing them into a single, tiny point of darkness.
"I'm losing it!" I cried, falling to my knees on the porch. "I can't... I can't remember the packhouse! I can't remember Fenris!"
"Look at me, Elara!" Silas roared. He threw himself against the invisible barrier, his violet eyes burning with a desperate, forbidden power. "Don't look at the house! Look at the **Shadows**! Remember the dark! Remember the night we survived the Architects!"
I looked at him. I saw the jagged, un-optimized beauty of his soul. I saw the "Glitches" that made him more than just a line of code.