After the Rejection I Became His Luna
We ran toward the compound, toward our daughter, toward whatever cosmic horror was being unleashed.
We weren’t alone. Warriors from both packs followed. Then more. Wolves from across the Federation, responding to the call, racing toward the threat.
By the time we arrived, the compound was in ruins. Marcus’s warriors lay scattered, unconscious or dead. And at the center—
Celeste stood in a circle of silver light, hands raised, power pouring from her. Facing her was something that hurt to look at. A being of pure elemental force. Shifting between forms. Rock, fire, water, air, darkness, light. A Primordial, newly awakened and furious.