Luna's POV
The goddess took a deep breath, keeping the man steady beneath her. She watched his clear blue eyes darken as magic began to enter his veins. She could feel the pulse of the shard inside him growing stronger with every passing second.
His limbs began to fail him while he gazed at her with what she could only read as anger. She had hoped for a softer ending. But time was running out, and she had no other option. His wolf was fast gaining the upper hand, feeding from the shard latched inside his heart.
If she had guessed right, the demons had come through the portal for him. The manor just had to bear the brunt of it. Luckily, she had enough magic in her to transport them out and cloak their trail.
Luna exhaled a deep sigh. She was feeling a familiar ache winding around her heart. She had grown much attached once again to this shell of a being- an anomaly in his own timeline.
"Do it." She whispered, glancing to her side.
