TYLER'S POV
The Moonthorn Circle was older than Dark Creek itself.
Six jagged ancent stones, slick with moss, algae and creeping ivies, stood in a vast ring, half buried in the dark earth. Within and around them, shady oaks sprouted, their stems thick and branches bearing wide leaves that formed a shroud over the sky.
Only the moon broke through the formation, a perfect shaft of silver that spilled dead center, illuminating the ground where generations of alphas had bled in oath, ruled with iron fists and fallen to unconquerable challenges.
Tyler stepped into this silvery beam of light. Naked except for a pair of black trousers, the dark outline of the fierce dragon stood out over the flexing muscles of his chest and arms.
