Bound moon
Without the tether, the feral rot surged forward, unchecked.
He looked up at me, his eyes pleading, before the golden light vanished completely, swallowed by the void.
The Alpha King was gone. The beast was here.
He rose, his posture shifted into a terrifying, hunched predatory stance. He wasn't thinking; he was reacting. He looked at the Unbound, then at the river, then at me. He was going to kill everything in sight, starting with me.
"Now!" I screamed to the Unbound.
The cliffs above collapsed.