Moonbound
Adrian slid into the back row like a shadow, tilt of his shoulders saying he was bored, his eyes saying he wasn’t.
Helena watched from the side, a general with a battle plan.
“Two minutes,” a producer said to no one and everyone.
Evelyn lifted her chin. The wire under her ribs held steady. She didn’t look at Lucien. She didn’t have to, to feel the way the air pressed in the space between them.
At five, the red lights on the cameras blinked alive.
“Good evening,” Lucien said. His voice filled the room and then the feeds and then the homes of people who loved wolves and people who hated them and people who pretended not to care. “We’re here to address a private incident that has unfortunately