Page 87 of Hybrid Moon Rising

“Will still love you. Kade and Mateo will follow you to the ends of the earth as will so many others. I need my Draven back. The one who threw me over his shoulder and stormed out of the Howler in the name of a pack he believed in. You are the first royal hybrid; it’s time you start acting like it.”

His mouth dropped but only for a moment before he slipped back on the mask of being her mate. Her Alpha.

She was right.

He was being a little bitch about all of it. He had dreams, and they fell apart the moment he stepped foot in that realm. The thing was, they needed to fall apart so that new ones could be forged. But he’d been blinded by the honeymoon phase of finding his mate. In this realm, his world revolved around her. The problem was, things didn’t thrive in this realm; they survived and only barely under the light of the full moon. Draven and Flora… they were meant to flourish under the light of the sun. Flora recognized that when he couldn’t. Together they were going to change the supernatural world and she was going to make one hell of a Luna to his pack. Whatever pack that may be.

Draven stood, tugging Flora up with him. He wrapped his arms around her and nestled his face in her neck. He inhaled her scent and licked his marks. “Forever,” he whispered against them.

“Forever.” she answered.

He pulled back and crashed his lips to hers, needing to taste her, to seal his promise with a kiss.

Flora met his urgency and tangled her hands in his hair. She was his perfect match.

Suddenly, the earth rumbled at their feet. Draven tightened his hold on Flora. He broke their kiss and as the forest darkened around them, his gaze darted around them, searching for the cause of the disturbance. The clouds rolled together, thundering as they parted, leaving a gap in the sky above them. His eyes locked on where the full moon shimmered, and his wolf let out a howl deep within him.

A flash of moonlight filled the clearing, blinding them with its light. When the dots cleared from his vision, Draven tracked a single beam of light to the far side of the realm. It was like something out of a biblical story. The light of the savior. Only the way his gut twisted, he knew this wasn’t an omen of good tidings. Every time the moon got involved, it seemed to bring him nothing but agony; he could only pray this time was different.

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