Chapter Thirty-Eight WITCHING MOON

Chapter Thirty-Eight

WITCHING MOON

Week Three, Day One

Year 3000

Sachi stood on the dark, empty battlefield.

The sky roiled overhead, red and troubled, as shadows moved around her. Winds buffeted her, seeking her touch, and she calmed them with a fond wave of her fingers. They murmured a warning, and she looked up.

Sorin stood in front of her, his confusion no match for his rage. He seethed with it, and Sachi could see the angry, jagged lashes of his temper bite at the air around him like serpents.

But she wasn't afraid.

When she opened her mouth, her voice was a hurricane, the protective snarl of a mother bear guarding her cubs. A chorus of righteous, indignant power .

"You wanted my attention," she whispered. Thundered. "You have it."