How do you fight the Moon?
The King has fallen to a God.
The world is gathering, surrounding the Northern hemisphere on all side, crushing, strangling the land in a tight noose.
All they demand is Charlie's head. The female Alpha born from two alp...
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Crows have started to gather.
The wind is on our side as the cliffs inhale the smoke from the pine resin. Heat of the fires flood into my veins—a power is threatening to split open soft flesh from the inside.
"Charlie," I call out before the feeling settles down my spine. I hear the raging beat of my heart, pumping the blood faster and faster as my body demands more. I am pulsing from an unrelenting grasp—a fight of teeth sits inside me. The dirt hits my knees as I drop from the sudden surge of violence threatening to explode my heart.
My fingers tangle into the ground, trying to root down for support as my insides try to tumble out. Energy seals into the marrow of my bones. The flames of the fires stretch themselves toward me, and I blow my breath into the direction of the cliffs, so heat starts to scorch rock.
The first thing I realize when I can take control back of my inner body is the feel of Victoria's hand on my right shoulder, squeezing. Her eyes are void of blue, and her pupils have expanded in her war tone.
"Are you alright?" she asks with a tilted head, teeth always ready.
"Something is happening inside me." The palm of my hand rests against the middle of my chest.
"What is it?"
"I don't know. I think it has to do with Charlie." Victoria blinks, and her eyes show off her blues. Worry etched into her skin.
"It's power, Mother Wolf. Charlie is gaining power. I feel it inside. Her teeth are coming in." Slapping at the skin of my chest.
Victoria's own war shows—teeth made of nightmares change her face into a fear my father instilled into me as a young pup. Now she stands on my right, terrorizing all looking down from the cliffs. I have a female alpha on my right. Her eyes blink back into a war tone. Pitch black.
Thousands of sharpened spikes are buried into the sand dirt that surrounds the cliffs. If they do not surrender, they will meet the coming world with their heads bleaching from the sun's rays.
"Elska," summoning my sister. "What do you know?"
"I know that crevice is the way in," she points with her chin.
"The smoke comes out the top. I've followed the smell through their tunnels." The silk of the Far North blows around her ankles. Elska has weaved pictures of the bear, of the cougar, of the wolverine into her dress. Her hands are hidden in the folds of fabric, but I smell silver hidden inside. Lots of silver knives.
"What else?"
"They have a Seer. She calls me a Moon Warrior. I told her when she could hear me, there was only defeat. To speak with her Alpha and tell him they will all die." Elska pauses, "At first, she did not believe me. But as we advanced, she started to speak with her Alpha." Elska's teeth are present.
