THE REJECTED LUNA
I said, crying light tears that steamed on White ice, that fell onto his cheeks and sizzled and made his four lines glow a tiny bit brighter where light tears touched.
“Runa says I can give you White moon, First Mother moon, from inside chest where water went. Not Guardian moon. White moon. Then wolf will have purpose again. Not to mark White one day, but to guard First Mother daughter who can anoint fire white.”
Jax stared at me, yellow eyes trying to stay open, four lines dim.