Two Betrayed Lunas, One Cold Reckoning

On the anniversary of our mating, my Alpha-mate took me and our pup to the festival grounds at the edge of the human city, where the lights spun bright against the dark treeline.

Midway through the day, an urgent call pulled him away through his communicator. To my horror, the great spinning ride above us groaned and seized, the gears locking, leaving my pup stranded high in the air with me, the wind cold and thin around us.

Clutching her trembling body against my chest, I called her father over and over, ninety-nine times, before he answered at last.