Chapter 9 - The Eve of the New Moon
A sudden, paralyzing wave of cold swept across the ridge. Jesse staggered, his skin instantly hardening into gray marble from his feet up to his chest.
“Jesse!” Jane screamed, throwing her arms around him as the cold stone threatened to swallow him completely.
“Jane…” Jesse whispered, his voice cracking as his lips stiffened into stone. “The new moon… it’s time.”
“No! No, I won’t let you go!” Tears streamed down Jane’s face, hot and desperate against his cold marble chest. “You said our hearts are bound. If you turn to stone, take me with you!”
Declan and the Silver Moon warriors watched in stunned silence as the legendary Alpha King froze into an immovable statue once more, right before their eyes.
Jane clung to him, pressing her forehead against his frozen chest, whispering every unspoken fear, every ounce of love, and every dream she had ever harbored into the cold stone.
“I love you,” she sobbed, her voice breaking the midnight silence. “Please… come back to me.”
For a long, agonizing moment, nothing happened. The pack stood in breathless silence.
Then, a single heartbeat thudded beneath Jane’s hands.
May you like
Thump.
A warm golden crack fractured across Jesse’s chest.
