(LIRIEN)
The cold didn't bother me, even with my breath pluming the frigid air, but waiting on Landon to move his lazy ass definitely, definitely did. Especially when I wasn't sure what might be coming out of the forest at any moment.
And Jace had a pack council meeting, but that wouldn't last forever…for once, I hoped they droned on and on for another hour or two. If Landon and I could sort this out before Jace hew stepped outside and noticed something was up, that'd make my life so, so much easier.
I glanced up at the moon. Yep, still just a sliver hanging high in the sky, with wisps of cloud starting to obscure what little light it gave. Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath.
A line I hadn't meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third.
