The ridge shook under the Moon.
It wasn’t wind. It wasn’t thunder. It was the Moon itself. A pulse of silver light hit the ground. I screamed as it hit me, the energy pouring into me faster than I could comprehend. My body arched. Every nerve flared. Every muscle burned. My wolf howled inside my mind. Vexa, stretched, pushed and screamed. But it wasn’t just her. The Moon was screaming.
The light wrapped around me. It clawed at my skin. It surged through my veins. My chest heaved as my hands lifted as if by their own will. Threads of silver energy shot from my fingertips. They wrapped around me, coiling and twisting. My hair lifted with static, floating like it had its own life. My eyes flickered, gold and silver, then silver alone.
The world fell away.
Below me, the pack’s ridge trembl
