When The Moon Hides Her Crown
He’d lived long enough to know death’s shape; he feared the ache of dying more than the end itself.
“Lycan King Ronan must have found her, Alpha King Asher.” He glanced up at me once, his gaze flitting with a terrified, childish clarity, then his eyelids fluttered closed. “I thought you two were best friends. So why—” He fainted, the last syllable collapsing into the dust.
Spencer, standing just behind Felix, froze at the name as if struck. I pushed myself upright and watched the right wing of the hall, where something, soft, furtive,shifted within a shadowed room.