The Weight of Two Souls

Leonidas’s grip had tightened into an immediate, bruising assertion of power, demanding an explanation. But what explanation could I possibly give? That I was a dead human soul occupying the body of his fated Lycan? That the electric spark he felt was the echo of a love he himself had destroyed?

Deflect. Lie. Be the proud Luna, my inner voice screamed. He must not know the truth. Not yet. He must believe the lie of this body.

I wrenched my hand free, forcing a dramatic ...