Luna POV
My claws were inches from little Sarah's throat when her frightened whimper broke through the shadow magic clouding my mind.
"Please don't hurt me, Luna," the six-year-old omega pup whispered. "I thought you were my friend."
The words hit me like a slap. Sarah was my friend. I'd taught her how to braid her hair just last week. Why was I trying to hurt her?
The black fog in my thoughts suddenly cracked, and memories came rushing back. Morrigan's power. The dark magic spreading through our pack. My own desperate efforts to resist before the darkness took over fully.
I jerked my hand away from Sarah and stumbled backward, shocked by what I'd almost done.
"Sarah, run!" I gasped, fighting against the shadow magic that was already trying to pull me back under its control. "Get to the safe house!"
The little girl didn't need to be told twice. She ran toward the pack houses while I pressed my hands to my head, trying to stay myself instead of becoming Morrigan's tool again.
