Mora's POV
The question was not if, but when. Because the world would surely need her to save the day. This pack especially.
And when that moment comes, she would step into it not as the frightened omega they remembered.
She would step into it as a full-grown Moonblood.
The flame that had hidden too long in shadow.
The flame that would burn the world and strip it until it is clean.
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Aisla's POV
I woke up to blood on my pillow again.
It soaked the fabric under my cheek, sticky and warm, the copper tang already sour in my mouth. My nose had bled in my sleep and tickled down until it pooled under me.
I sat up slowly with a heavy body and raw throat. The cot creaked under my weight. The basement of the grove was dimly lit with the faint light from the glowing runes, and the low hum of the shield kept vibrating in my bones.
The air smelled of my power. I sniffed it in as I placed my feet on the floor, but I remained seated.
