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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Terrible sharp caws of the gathered crows break apart our brittle silence.
Greens carve themselves into mine — I'm not his prey.
"What will you do Odin, fight me too?"
His eyes deepen, "no, I will not fight you my Half." He has this illusion that he is without lines between us, that we are halves formed into one. Not true.
"Then what is all this for?"
"For you, this is all for you." Eyes widen, his mouth falls half-open. I can see the blood underneath his fingernails.
Blood is between us now. . .
"No, not this—" looking around at the blood of my father, at the blood of my mother, "this isn't for me. It's all for you."
"You're wrong." Odin stands straighter, taller than I have ever seen the male stand.
"Am I?" Challenging him.
"You've always hated us, all of us. I'm included in the hate."
"That's not true. I don't hate you. Everything I've done has been for you." He takes a step towards me, deliberate to berate my own step I've taken toward him.
He steps over my sound. . .
"It's true, I am your abomination. This was done to hurt my family, to hurt us, to hurt me, your abomination. Your half that you carved yourself into."
There is a pause to Odin, his breath shifts out of his chest.
"I am not painless Odin. Did you think by doing this that I would not be in pain?" Shifting my eyes to my mother's — it's mine that cries now.
"Where will you put the conquest on your body, where will my mother's face go or my father's face?" There is a hum in the air, something alive — pressed into my chest.
"Where will my face go?" I ask. He has no answer for me to hear, the silence is deafening.
My knees will not buckle from the look he is giving me, my lungs will not weep like the way my eyes are leaking.
"Speak to me Odin, tell me that this was all for me." Again I look at my parents, his parents, at Shamus who is bone-broke.
"Your mother and father—"
"Don't give this an excuse, don't do that to me. You've hated all of us for a long time, and this has been your retribution for me being your mate."
"That's not true." His voice raises above the sound of the crows that click their beaks.
The wind shifts, the world seems to tip to the side. Odin looks ill, the greens of his eyes, pale.
"Odin is this the price I have to pay for your love, my Half." Another tear falls from my cheek, it hits the ground in a roar of sound like the vast sea itself hurtling against the shore.
