Tonight, the world was loud.
Growls of creatures, explosions of power, and the rushing of energy-wind merged into a storm.
Normally, the noise would be too much.
Nocturnal creatures—Supernaturals with heightened senses would feel overwhelmed. Irritated. But the noise was a blessing for Miriam. The loud noises blotted out the sound of Princess Selene's death. All she needed to do was close her eyes.
Her hands clutched the princess's fur, ready to feel the sticky liquid of the Honey Moon.
But Princess Selene's body never melted.
Miriam dared herself to open her eyes and realized the princess was still alive. Seething from her body was not moonlight or kingly energy. It was something else. 'Runic energy…?' She tilted her head, lost in confusion. She hadn't created any runes, so where did it come from?
As her body leaned to the side, she saw someone standing on the edge of the trench.
Another werewolf.
