The air in the Moon Cave tasted of stale ozone and impending death.
It had been twelve hours since Ethan had made the call to the Rogue Warlords. Twelve hours of agonizing waiting while Emily faded in the bed, her skin now so translucent that the blue map of her veins was visible beneath the surface. The baby, the hungry little sun, was quiet, conserving the last of his mother’s energy.
Ethan stood by the blast doors, his hand resting on the hilt of a moon-silver broadsword he had taken from the armory wall. He had abandoned his tactical firearms. Against the things Malachi was summoning, bullets were just angry pebbles.
"Alpha," a voice said from the shadows.
It was Vance, one of his oldest lieutenants. A wolf who had stood back-to-back with him in the Ash Valley War. Vance was guardi
