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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In the distance, laughter comes from everywhere and nowhere at once.
A speck of the sun's rays starts to grow and grow as the clouds give way to the light. The laughter is shoved, replaced with a curse on the breeze.
Almost-words are whispered in the wind.
Under my skin, a ripple is felt when the sun's rays touch my flesh.
Hot sunlight pours across the cottage in all directions—an oven heat is felt.
There are no more hidden shadows—everything belongs to the Sun.
Just below the unnatural wind, I hear it. "Do you see this sister?"
An eagle comes through the sun-sharp light and stops before me. Golden eyes intrude into mine. Trembling, the muscles of my thighs give way, and I'm pushed to my knees with my neck turned involuntarily towards those sun-scorched eyes and heat so awful it blisters my skin whitish-grey. Fear is contagious to my body. My bowels want to release themselves in the presence of something more than the Moon. I could be cannibalized at any moment, and there is nothing I can do to fight against being eaten.
"You will either survive or die. To survive, you will take the place of the Moon." Words are not spoken, but I feel them shoved down my throat—forced to expand my body.
"This will play out." Again, I'm force-fed angry words without any sound. My teeth feel the vibrations—shattering them in my mouth to fall to the ground in pulverized pieces.
"My love is not a weapon." I don't understand what that means, but my body lurches to prostrate in front of the body the color of the Sun. Golden eyes have turned into a firestorm in the image of a body. Infinite energy glares in all directions.
"You will only turn your neck to me. Nothing else." Absolute power shifts itself over my exposed neck—sharp-edged down to the bone. I feel this deep down, yet it's from far away.
Nothing solid is holding me, only burning flames, but the force of a hand is felt on the back of my neck. I am easily picked up and set on my feet.
"From my body, again." A fevered cheek presses to mine.
I almost weep at the effect of this touch. A long wildfire breath is drawn into my lungs from its body.
Everything burns from the inside out, and I feel as if my old body was a betrayal to me. Now, it's repositioning into a true alignment. This is how I should have always been—natural, belonging to our bones.
The light of the day does not disappear, but the golden eyes of the sun transform back into the eagle. With a high-pitched whistling sound, it flies away.
Taking a step, there is a new alignment. The Wild walks with me now. I feel her anchored in my spine, fused in my bones. My blood is her blood pumping through our heart into our veins. Tracing teeth with a tongue that feels every new sharp point. The blunted teeth are replaced with a solid new, sharper set. Our skin is thicker, and our fingers are more extended. Nails are weapons.
