The fourth beacon should have been impossible.
Rhys told me later that the Northern Beacon was built on the grave of the First Fire Alpha, and it only lit when a Fire Alpha claimed his Luna in true love. It had been dark since his Luna died of a broken heart eighty years ago.
Now it burned violet-orange, visible from every window in the Tower, painting the night sky like a bruise.
And it was burning for me.
"That's not for you," Kade muttered, but his hand was still tight over my throat mark, possessive. "That's Jaxon's stupid dramatic genes. His great-grandfather lit it for his great-grandmother with a love poem."
"Hey!" Jaxon was standing by the window, and for once he wasn't joking. His whole back was bare - he'd ripped his shirt off when the beacon lit - and his fire marks were aw
