The Truth about the Barren Luna

The day my world shattered was supposed to be a celebration of our Moonbond. I had spent hours preparing a quiet feast at the table, lighting moon-candles and tuning the wind-chimes, imagining how the night might reignite the lost fire between us.

Instead, Raiden, my mate, did not even cross the threshold on time.

It was deep into the night, the greater moon high, as I sat alone at the stone table staring at untouched plates, that my crystal communicator hummed. A pack-wide rune-message shimmered.