"Don’t leave without me, Zion."
Arwen’s voice was hoarse.
She stood at the doorway of their chamber, wrapped in a long silver-gray cloak. Her hair flowed softly over her shoulders, but her eyes were dim.
Behind her, the morning light poured through the window, casting the shadow of two figures facing each other — an Alpha and his Luna — frozen in a moment that seemed to stop time.
Zion paused, halfway through placing several small glass vials into a leather satchel — formulas from his lab, perhaps, meant to counter enemy forces. He looked at his wife for a long time, then slowly approached her.
“Arwen…” His voice was deep, weighed down by sadness. “You know I can’t take you with me this time.”
Arwen stepped closer, her voice rising, laced with fear and defiance.
“You want to leave m
