he freezes at her touch.
like he can't believe it.
jealousy burns in my chest.
hot.
sharp.
but push it down.
no one owns moonlight.
can't capture it.
can't hold it.
can only bask in it.
"Are you hurt?" Moon's voice cracks, silk showing through steel. "You're bleeding."
she touches golden-hair's chest.
pulls hand away wet and red.
"Not ours," golden-hair says, wrapping bigger hand around wrist.
voice gentle, even in war.
relief touches moon's face.
no time for more.
"Where the fuck do we go now?" white-hair asks.
still staring at Moon.
like she might disappear.
understand that look.
one-eyed alpha growls.
"Can't go back to the inn." he gives Moon look, sharp, scolding.
maybe I should rearrange his face.
"And we didn't have time to line up a safe house," one-eyed alpha continues. "Considering this was supposed to be a fuckingreconnaissancemission."
Moon blinks.
innocent.
says pretty words in the tongue most of the gods used.
white-hair barks a jackal's laugh.
"What the hell does that mean?" one-eyed alpha demands.
