"Run," Cora repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper.
There, stalking toward them across the palace grounds was a dark, disjointed figure with branching wings at its back. It looked like the same Camazotz that they had escaped in the palace. What was peculiar was that it was not flying. It did not seem desperate enough to swoop down and take her away. Instead, it was coming toward them with a patient persistence, the smallest glimmer of light in its deepset black orbs.
Where was the light coming from? There was no moon on this night.
"You cannot be their Queen if you are mine," Theo said deeply, appearing at her side with that warm security that was natural between them. "Not if you are lycan as well. Not if you are our Luna."
