The Broken Luna's Crimson Revenge

Thor

of grief, every shred of a mother's protective instinct, coalesced into a single, explosive impulse. My conscious

, I twisted my body away. My arm shot out, not to harm, but to shield.

He lost his footing and crashed into his younger si

wn with a ter

instant. A collective gasp sucked the air from the room. Every

She rushed to her daughter, scooping her up in a dramatic

h panicked gasps. She had always been a delicate child, prone to respiratory fits when distressed. But I knew Lyra. I saw the calculated

aced by a mask of pure, murderous rage. His eyes, cold steel moments before,

was crushing, his Alpha strength unchecked

adly rumble that vibrated through my bones. "You

ich I'd managed to keep cradled securely in my other arm.

he gasping Freya to her chest. "She's jealous that

turning into a low, condemnatory murmur. The logic was cruel and simple. They didn't know Cora was dead. All they saw was the Luna, whose

To reveal that here, now, in this circus of false celebration, would be the ultimate

e was my

he fire in his eyes turned to ice. He releas

oid of all warmth. "Let's see what treasure is

terror escaped my lips

cold stone wall of the fireplace in seconds. The pack members watched, their faces a mixture of morbid curiosit

ver Freya's shoulder. Her lips were

tic beast inside me, screaming,

would be a death sentence. They would tear me ap

a silent, desperate scream for him to see me, to understand. But the man I had once loved was gone, replaced by this cold, enraged str

o take it. He was going to rip it from my arms and smash it

g place was about to be de

ten, an idea born of sheer, animal terror exploded in my

ould tear the box away, I did the o