Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King
The sharp sting makes me hiss and pull back.
Staring into the mirror again, I immediately freeze in place. The red spots… they’re fading.
My heart pounds against my chest. “What the…”
I stare harder, convinced I’m imagining it, but the reflection shows the same thing.
It just… blurs. The angry color drains away like paint running under water, skin smoothing out until it’s all gone.
A second later it creeps back, faint at first, then bolder, red again. Fade, return, then fade. Over and over, like my body can’t decide what it wants to do.