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"Time is running out," the evil in Kieran taunted. "The Blood Moon nears its peak. Choose or die."
As if to emphasize its words, pain shot through my body. My powers were getting too strong too fast. If I didn't guide them somewhere, they would tear me apart from the inside.
"Choose," the darkness ordered again. "Kieran, Caius, or Ronan. One must be your mate. One must complete the ritual."
Caius stepped forward. "Choose me," he said softly. "My royal blood can withstand the power. I've lived a thousand years—if this is a trap, better me than the wolves."
Ronan growled. "No. Choose me. We were meant to be together before they stole my memories. I would die for you, Sienna."
The crazed Kieran spread his arms. "Or choose me. The alpha. The cursed one. Together we could rule all packs. All creatures of the night."
The Blood Moon inched higher in the sky. I could feel its magic pulling on mine, forcing me to decide. The pain was getting worse.
