[Old World- Blackmoon Strong hold - Borders]
Roanoke halted mid breath, neck still straining towards the sky, eyes focused… glaring…as the flare streaked across the heavens in a blaze no mortal fire could have birthed.
The more he watched Jasper, the more violent shudders climbed up his spine. Then his head jerked towards the dock, where the blue streak was headed.
For one frozen ,fortunate heartbeat, he forgot the two little lambs behind the walls…forgot the warm, rebellious pulse of Freya's soul, the softer thrum of Willa's breath.
"Ohhh… ohhh my ohh my … do you see it?" he whispered, lips cracked, tongue blackened as drool slid thick and gleaming down his chin. "Do you feel it, my beloved? That light was no ordinary star. That was blood. That was flesh...the Original power of the Balance...of the Transcendent...Now that will be ours."
