When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

A boastful token of their ability to hear the different elemental songs: Red for Ignos. Blue for Rayne. Brown for Bulder. Clear for Clode.

‘Then why a moon?’ I cast my gaze forward again, tap-tap-tapping my foot to the soothing tune in my head. ‘Because they fall.’ Even when we don’t want them to.

‘Kaan, no. I did not agree to this!’ His body stiffens, steps slowing, a low, grating sound coming from him. ‘Say it again …’ ‘What?’ ‘My name, Moonbeam. Say it again.’

‘Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.’

Then he asked me what I wanted, and I told him my truth. One three-letter word that weighed too much, being promised to his kin. You.

He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.

‘Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.’