Vitiel

as a sound of finality, a metal period on the last sentence of my life. The sound v

ide of the boundary li

tched from me to the heart of the Black Moon pack, suddenly severed. The pain was blinding, a psychic amputation

my parents close my bedroom door, leaving me alone in the dark. Thi

as a vicious, hungry fire, and my body was the kindling. A wave of weakness so profound i

thin jacket like a razor. For the first time, I felt the true, biting cold of the northern w

rift of snow that came up past my knees. The icy powder shot down the

were filled with wet cement. They wouldn't obey. My vision swam, the swirling sno

g eyes. Lydia's triumphant smirk floated beside him

t die here. N

and the coppery taste of blood was a welcome shock to my

em

cheduled to send, the one that held all the

live until then. I had to know that Caleb, that th

, and began to drag myself forward. Inch by agonizing inch. The snow packed under my nails, my

ng. Each inhale was like swallowing sh

the sound of a werewolf. It was the raw, hungry cry of a tru

longer a Luna-to-be. I wasn't even a proper werewolf. I was just a poisoned,

was the Wolf Howl Ridge. A notorious stretch of wilderness that even seaso

ht. A hallucination flickered-my parents' faces, cool and distant

something, anything. My fingers closed around a han

mpossibly heavy. I was so tired. It would be so easy

mb fingers brushed against a small

, smooth river stone, gray with a white stripe. The "lucky stone" Caleb h

eer, bitter irony of it was enough to cut through the encroaching darkness.

f adrenaline born from pure spite, I forced my eyes open again. I lifted my head,

own, the curtain of falling snow thinn

very edge of my vi

ck of gold in a universe of black and

cination? Or w

rection. It was the only thing in the wor

, I stretched my trembling hand to

little...