The thunder got louder as Elara and her mates walked back toward the pack house.
But something felt wrong. The sound wasn't coming from storm clouds—it was coming from above the moon itself. "Look up," Darian whispered, his truth-sight picking up something impossible.
The full moon was getting brighter. So bright it hurt to stare at directly. Silver light poured down like liquid starlight, making the entire area glow. "That's not normal," Ronan said, his flames instantly responding to the celestial energy.
"Nothing about our lives is normal," Kael answered, but his ice powers were also reacting, creating frost patterns in the air. The light increased until it felt like daylight. Then, impossible as it seemed, the moon began to fall. "Run!" Elara shouted, but her feet wouldn't move. The silver light had frozen them all in place.
