lett

ling but cutting through the heavy s

eartbeat, the only sound was the relentless, high-pitched

e Omega who killed our Luna now wants to play Healer? How utterly pathetic!" She stepped closer, her perfume cloying

the carpet. "This is a desecration. Grandmother is gone, and this... creature is making a mockery of her passing." He gest

ng. I gasped, trying to dig my heels into the plush rug, but I was weak. My throat

still on his knees, his head bowed over Genevieve's hand, seeming

ed me backward, hard eno

ir in the r

that dropped the temperature by twenty degrees. The scent of oz

en r

ng growl rumbled from his chest, deep enough to rattle the windows. The

is

room. It wasn't a statement of affection; it was a declaration of possession, primal and ter

er, and

heads lowered, baring their necks in submission. Even Duncan took a step back,

with a mixture of hatred and a confusing, desperate hunger. He looked like he wanted to tear my

the command vibrating in

I pulled the small velvet pouch from my pocket. I unrolled it on the n

belief rippled

ing his glasses. "That's primitive witchcra

cold wrist, searching for the faint, dormant energy channels

rove it into the pressure poi

nitor continued its flat

ing off, leaving only exhaustion. I placed the second needle

s the seconds ticked by. "She's trembling like a leaf. She has

the seventh needle into Gene

h grief. He leaned heavily on his cane, his eyes pleading. "Let Nana res

d, stepping forward again. "She's

anchor. If this didn't work, I was dead. My vision

LEN

ze was fixed on the flat green line, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle t

rength, calling upon the White Wolf dormant within me. I dr

olute silence. Even the air

monitor

e

t in the quiet room, it

fell open. Ch

Beep..

ak, erratic, but undeniably alive. Color began t

hes to see Kaelen staring at the monitor, then at me. The black in his eyes was receding, replac

surrected woman and the Alpha who had claimed me as