AvaI held the moonstone up to the light, scrutinizing it closely. It looked… off. Just slightly, like some part of it wasn’t catching the light like it normally would.“Ava?”The sound of Chris’s voice snapped me out of my haze, and I quickly lowered the moonstone. “What’s up?” he asked, cocking hi
“Chris, don’t say that,” I said, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “It’s not your fault. You’ve been working tirelessly to fix this.”He huffed and slipped the moonstone out from behind his shirt. “I don’t know. What if... what if I’m the problem? What if the missing moonstone was never the issu
AvaThe implications of the fake moonstone hit us all like a ton of bricks; Olivia likely still had the original moonstone, which explained why the blight hadn’t let up around the pack.We had been played like fools, and now Olivia was likely far away, laughing to herself as she cradled the real moo
Finally, after what felt like hours, a doctor emerged from the treatment room. Her face was grave as she approached us.“Alpha, Luna,” she greeted us with a nod. “Dedrick is stable for now, but he’s in critical condition.”Chris stepped forward. “What happened to him?”The doctor sighed, glancing do
ChrisThe cool, damp earth beneath my paws was a welcome sensation as I padded through the forest. The first light of dawn was just beginning to filter through the trees, casting long shadows across the underbrush, and a gentle breeze ruffled my pure white fur. Leonard’s wolf form moved silently bes
I nodded, hoping he was right. As we approached the car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to find a message from one of the scouts, with an attached photo.My heart leaped into my throat as I opened the image. It showed a woman who looked remarkably like Olivia boarding a boat. The time
AvaI stood beside Chris, both of us leaning over Dedrick’s lifeless body in the morgue. The harsh fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow over his pale skin, making him look even more ghostly than he already was. The sterile smell of disinfectant mixed with the underlying scent of death, making my st
Once we were fully protected, the scientist led us around the side of the Packhouse and through the gate that led to the gardens. The sight that greeted us was worse than I had imagined, and I felt my stomach twist immediately.Before, the fungus had been sporadic, eating up the occasional plant or