In the silvery waterfall of moonlight, Jonathan Aztec, my second in command, holding rank as Beta of the Northridge pack, was something to behold. His powerful shoulders seemed to carry the waning gibbous, and the shadows that devoured the vast grounds of Battleridge manor granted him a wide berth.
He was a superior specimen. He was a male worthy of the ranking he'd been bestowed. But like all creatures, he wasn't born perfect, and his character flaw was a fault that bled out into the night like a severed artery: Concern.
It charged the air between us, a thick blanket that settled against the lungs like a boa-constrictor's loving embrace.
"What did you find?" I asked. The perverse silence that had entombed the dilapidated courtyard, screaming so loud it rang through my ears like a twisted lullaby, was shattered upon his approach. His boots smacked against the waterlogged ground, echoing in a way that spoke of his failures before he'd even opened his mouth. 
"Nothing,"
.......
"Until I can figure out what's going on, nobody finds out about the boy. Understand?"
"Understood."
"You're not going to ..." The pause that followed dragged out. "He's just a baby, Sterling."
"You're dismissed."

The Littlest Light

/"I don't like this at all, Jonathan,/" Sterling whispered, his dark eyes haunted by wildness; as he paced the chambers we had been assigned, he resembled a caged beast.

/"We don't have to like it,/" I said at last. /"But we do need to accept it. Even we cannot deny what is right in front of our eyes, no?/"

And what I had seen had been crazy, impossible, even. But then again, I had witnessed a toddler transform into a tween. What exactly counted as impossible anymore?

/"Nothing is making sense./" Pivoting on his heels, those wild eyes transfixed on me, holding me prisoner until he blinked, releasing me from his spell. /"It makes sense, but nothing does. My head feels like it's going to explode./"

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