SHADOWS OF THE ALPHA
The carvings seemed to shift, the wolves along the edge moving one step closer, the moons layering each over each.
“Clara,” a voice said behind me, and I turned because that’s what my body would always do when it heard that sound from that throat.
Jasper stood at the edge of the clearing, hands open, weaponless, as if he’d come to a church and remembered how to be humble. He had that look again, the one that said he had seen too many endings and was trying to choose better ones. His eyes slid from me to the wolf, and he bowed—not to me. To her.
Bab Populer