KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

As the moon clawed its way through the iron tapestry of clouds, casting an eerie glow upon our gathered warriors, I felt Jason's hand-a bastion of strength-rest upon my shoulder. "For our people, for our son, for all that we hold dear," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "May the spirits of the ancient Luna and Alpha guide you."

"Thank you, my love," I replied, tilting my head to meet his gaze, the piercing blue of his eyes reflecting my ...