The Alpha’s Fall, the Luna’s Rise

“Confess to your crime, or watch your mongrel pup die!”

The threat struck like silver through my spine. I froze at the open hatch of the private skycraft, the night wind howling as moonlight spilled into the cabin. My heart slammed wildly against my ribs.

There she was—Althea.

My little pup.

Theros held her effortlessly in one arm, his grip cruelly steady. Her small chest fluttered in shallow, frantic breaths. The moonstone respirator that kept her heart stable—gone.

Her lips were turning dusky blue. Her tiny fingers twitched, clawing weakly at the air, as if trying to draw breath from…